GOOD MAMA.
Love, come and sit upon my knee,
And give me kisses, one, two, three,
And tell me whether you love me,
My baby.
For this I’m sure, that I love you,
And many, many things I do,
And all day long I sit and sew
For baby.
And then at night I lay awake,
Thinking of things that I can make,
And trouble that I mean to take
For baby.
And when you’re good and do not cry
Nor into wicked passion fly,
You can’t think how papa and I
Love baby.
But, if my little girl should grow
To be a naughty child, I know
’Twould grieve mama to serve her so,
My baby.
And when you saw me pale and thin,
By grieving for my baby’s sin,
I think, you’d wish that you had been
A better baby.