Ann Taylor

WELL, what's the matter ? there's a face What ! has it cut a vein ? And is it quite a shocking place ? Come, let us look again. I see it bleeds, but never mind That tiny little drop ; I don't believe you'll ever find That crying makes it stop. 'Tis sad indeed to cry at pain, For any but a baby ; If that should chance to cut a vein, We should not wonder, may be. But such a man as you should try To bear a little sorrow : So run along, and wipe your eye, 'Twill all be well to-morrow.

DANCE little baby, dance up high, Never mind baby, mother is by ; Crow and caper, caper and crow, There little baby, there you go ; Up to the ceiling, down to the ground, Backwards and forwards, round and round ; Dance little baby, and mother shall sing, With the merry coral, ding, ding, ding.