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Love-Songs of Childhood by Eugene Field

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LOVE-SONGS OF CHILDHOOD

By Eugene Field

To Mrs. Belle Angler

Dearest Aunt:

Many years ago you used to rock me to sleep, cradling me in your arms and singing me petty songs. Surely you have not forgotten that time, and I recall it with tenderness. You were very beautiful then. But you are more beautiful now; for, in the years that have come and gone since then, the joys and the sorrows of maternity have impressed their saintly grace upon the dear face I used to kiss, and have made your gentle heart gentler still.

Beloved lady, in memory of years to be recalled only in thought, and in token of my gratitude and affection, I bring you these little love-songs, and reverently I lay them at your feet.

Eugene Field Chicago, November 1, 1894

Contents:

THE ROCK-A-BY LADY "BOOH"! GARDEN AND CRADLE THE NIGHT WIND KISSING TIME JEST 'FORE CHRISTMAS BEARD AND BABY THE DINKEY-BIRD THE DRUM THE DEAD BABE THE HAPPY HOUSEHOLD So, so, ROCK-A-BY SO! THE SONG OF LUDDY-DUD THE DUEL GOOD-CHILDREN STREET THE DELECTABLE BALLAD OF THE WALLER LOT THE STORK THE BOTTLE TREE GOOGLY-GOO THE BENCH-LEGGED FYCE LITTLE MISS BRAG THE HUMMING TOP LADY BUTTON-EYES THE RIDE TO BUMPVILLE THE BROOK PICNIC-TIME SHUFFLE-SHOON AND AMBER-LOCKS THE SHUT-EYE TRAIN LITTLE-OH-DEAR THE FLY-AWAY HORSE SWING HIGH AND SWING LOW WHEN I WAS A BOY AT PLAY A VALENTINE LITTLE ALL-ALONEY SEEIN' THINGS THE CUNNIN' LITTLE THING THE DOLL'S WOOING INSCRIPTION FOR MY LITTLE SON'S SILVER PLATE FISHERMAN JIM'S KIDS "FIDDLE-DEE-DEE" OVER THE HILLS AND FAR AWAY

THE ROCK-A-BY LADY

The Rock-a-By Lady from Hushaby street Comes stealing; comes creeping; The poppies they hang from her head to her feet, And each hath a dream that is tiny and fleet-- She bringeth her poppies to you, my sweet, When she findeth you sleeping!

There is one little dream of a beautiful drum-- "Rub-a-dub!" it goeth; There is one little dream of a big sugar-plum, And lo! thick and fast the other dreams come Of popguns that bang, and tin tops that hum, And a trumpet that bloweth!

And dollies peep out of those wee little dreams With laughter and singing; And boats go a-floating on silvery streams, And the stars peek-a-boo with their own misty gleams, And up, up, and up, where the Mother Moon beams, The fairies go winging!


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