By Felix McGlennon. Arranged by Chas. Page.
Baby was up with the lark this morn,
Laughing in childish glee,
Romping and rolling around the house,
Climbing on dada’s knee,
But the shades of night are falling,
And baby is tired with play;
Softly he’s creeping to mama’s side,
Gently he kneels to pray.