Cradle Songs

by Various

The lit-tle girl runs from the ta-ble,

Bot-tle rolls down to the floor—

And now I don’t think I’ll be a-ble

To tell you an-y-thing more.

Then mam-ma runs up to the ta-ble,

Lit-tle girl runs for the door—

And now I don’t think I’ll be a-ble

To tell you an-y-thing more.

A ROGUE.