Mother Truth's Melodies Part 3

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_HI-DIDDLE-DIDDLE_.

HI-DIDDLE-DIDDLE Mother duck's in the middle, Her baby-ducks swimming around; With bills like a ladle, And feet like a paddle, No danger that they will be drowned

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_THE RAIN_.

Come, rain, come, That the water may run, That the meadow gra.s.s may grow; That the fruit and grain O'er hill and plain, May greet us as we go.

Come, rain, come, That the water may run, That the mill may make our meal;-- 'Twill grind our wheat, And corn so sweet, When it turns the old mill-wheel.

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_FEED THE BIRDIES_.

Feed the birdies, darling, When the snow is here, When there are no berries On the bushes, dear;-- Scatter food out for them, And they'll quickly come, Hopping, singing, chirping "Thank you for the crumb."

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_ROCK-A-BYE_.

Rock-a-bye, baby, Our darling is ill, Rock-a-bye, baby, We'll soon have him well;-- Rock-a-bye, baby, Don't tremble with fear, For that tends to make His slight illness severe.

Rock-a-bye, baby, Our darling is ill.

Rock-a-bye, baby, We'll soon have him well;-- Rock-a-bye, baby.

Don't coax him to nurse, For urging to eat Only makes matters worse.

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Rock-a-bye, baby, Our darling is ill, Rock-a-bye, baby, We'll soon have him well;-- Rock-a-bye, baby, No company 'round, Not even the dear ones, To make a loud sound.

Rock-a-bye, baby, Our darling is ill, Rock-a-bye, baby, We'll soon have him well;-- Rock-a-bye, baby, Don't rattle the papers Nor whisper around, Little nerves cut such capers.

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Rock-a-bye, baby, Our darling is ill, Rock-a-bye, baby We'll soon have him well;-- Rock-a-bye, baby, Whatever is wrong, Attend to his bowels, Neglected too long,

Rock-a-bye, baby, Our darling is ill, Rock-a-bye, baby, We'll soon have him well;-- Rock-a-bye, baby, If he is too hot, Undress him and bathe him; But, ah! he is not.

Rock-a-bye, baby, Our darling is ill, Rock-a-bye, baby, We'll soon have him well;-- Rock-a-bye, baby, There is cough with unrest, So we'll wring out hot flannels, And cover his chest,

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Rock-a-bye, baby, Our darling is ill; Rock-a-bye, baby, We'll soon have him well;-- Rock-a-bye, baby, He's perspiring, to pour!

We will keep up this treatment A full hour more.

Rock-a-bye, baby, Our darling is ill, Rock-a-bye, baby, We'll soon have him well;-- Rock-a-bye, baby, Now dry him off neat, And wrap him up warm, And to-morrow, repeat.

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Rock-a-bye, baby, Our darling is ill, Rock-a-bye, baby, We'll soon have him well;-- Rock-a-bye, baby, 'Tis not in his chest?

Then place the hot flannels Where he feels the unrest.

Rock-a-bye, baby, Our darling is ill, Rock-a-bye, baby, We'll soon have him well;-- Rock-a-bye, baby, He is moaning with pain, And rolling his head, And we pet him in vain.

Rock-a-bye, baby, Our darling is ill; Rock-a-bye, baby, We'll soon have him well;-- Rock-a-bye, baby, We will wring out from ice, Linen cloths for his head, All so cooling and nice.

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Rock-a-bye, baby, Our darling is ill; Rock-a-bye, baby, We'll soon have him well; Rock-a-bye, baby, If cold don't relieve, Use hot and then cold, And then hot, you perceive.

Rock-a-bye, baby, Our darling is ill; Rock-a-bye, baby, We'll soon have him well;-- Rock-a-bye, baby, We'll see that his feet Are kept warm all the time, And his clothes dry and neat.

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Rock-a-bye, baby, Our darling was ill Rock-a-bye, baby, But now he is well; Rock-a-bye, baby, No drugs, not a dose!

Yet he's over it finely, Just hear how he crows

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_THE s...o...b..LL_.

Have ever you seen how a wee bit of snow, To a big bouncing ball, just by rolling, will grow?

'Tis thus our wee sins, children, let to roll on, Will grow big, bigger, biggest, till Satan has won.

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