Little Clara, come away,
Little Clara, come and play;
Leave your work, Maria's here,
So come and play with me, my dear.
I will come, and very soon,
For I always play at noon,
But must put my work away,
Ere with you I come and play.
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First my bodkin I must place
With my needle in their case;
I like to put them by with care
And then I always find them there.
There's my cotton, there's my thread,
Thimble in its little bed;
All is safe--my box I lock,
Now I come--'tis twelve o'clock.
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