And go-ing up the crowd-ed street,
Safe in his hand the mis-sive sweet,
To drop it in the box him-self,
The aw-ful lit-tle dar-ling elf!
[TWO KIND LIT-TLE GIRLS.]
Whith-er a-way,
Lit-tle la-dies so gay?
“O, o-ver the hill
And go-ing up the crowd-ed street,
Safe in his hand the mis-sive sweet,
To drop it in the box him-self,
The aw-ful lit-tle dar-ling elf!
Whith-er a-way,
Lit-tle la-dies so gay?
“O, o-ver the hill