Baby lies in he r arms an d spies
Al l hi s wor l d in the mother ’ s eyes .
What are the tal es the mother tell s
Of gem s an d jewels an d si l ver bell s
Baby lies in he r arms a n d spies
All hi s wealth in the mother ’ s eyes .
What are the thoughts i n the mother ’ s mind
Of the gentl e Saviour , l oving an d kind ;
Baby lies i n he r arms an d Spies
Al l hi s heaven in the m other ’ s eyes .
Fr om br eakfast on thr ou gh all the day
At home among my friends I stay,
But ever y night I go abr oad
Afar into the l and of Nod .
All by mys elf I ha ve to go,
With none to te ll me what to do
All al one beside the str eams
And up the m o untain sides o f dr eams .
The st rangest things a re the r e f o r me ,
Both things to e at an d things to se e ,
And many frightening sights abr oad,
Till morning in the l and of Nod .
Tr y as I like to fin d the way,
I never can ge t back by day,
No r ca n r emember pl ain an d clear
The curious m usic that I hear .
A las s tha t has ma n y w o o e rs o ft fare s th
A l azy sheep thinks i t s wool heavy.
A littl e l eak will sink a gr eat ship .
A living dog i s bet ter tha n a dea d lion
A m an of wor ds , a n d not o f deeds , i s gar den full o f weeds .
A man ’ s hous e i s his castle.
A miss is as good as a mi le .
A penny fo r your thought .
A penny saved is a penny got .
A r olling s tone will gather no moss .
A small spa r k m akes a gr eat fir e .
A stitch i n tim e sa ves nine .
A tr ee i s known by i t s fr uit .
When I was a littl e boy, I lived by myself,
And all the br ead an d cheese I go t I put upo n the s helf ;
The rat s an d the mice did l ead me such a life ,
I w as forced to go to London to b uy m e a wi fe .
The str eets wer e so br oad, a n d the lan es were so narr ow,
I could not get my wife hom e without a wheel barr ow ;
The wheelbarr ow br oke, my wife got a fall ,
Down tumbled wheel barr ow, littl e wife, an d all .
Where ar e yo u going, my pr etty maid
I ’ m going a - mi l kin g, sir, ’ ’ she said .
May I go with yo u , my pr etty maid
Y o u ’ r e kindl y wel come, sir , ” she said .
Wha t i s your father , my pr etty maid
My father ’ s a farmer , Si r , she said .
Say, will yo u marr y me , my pr et ty maid
Y e s, if yo u please, kind sir , She said .
Will yo u be consta nt, my pr et ty m aid
That I can ’ t pr omi se yo u, si r , ” she said .
Then I won ’ t marr y yo u, my pr etty maid
Nobody asked yo u, sir ! ” she said .
Who kill ed Cock Robin
I, ” said the Sparr ow,
With my bow an d arro w,
I kill ed Cock Ro bin .
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