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.
Good Little Fred.
When little Fred was call'd to bed
He always acted right;
He kiss'd Mama, and then Papa,
And wish'd them both good night.
He made no noise, like naughty boys
But quietly up stairs
Directly went, when he was sent,
And always said his prayers.
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