THE BABY'S DANCE.

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:

Then dance, little baby, and mother shall sing,

While the gay merry coral goes ding-a-ding, ding.

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