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Four Children's Songs , opus 75

by Amy Marcy Cheney Beach (1867 - 1944)

1. The candy lion
 (Sung text)

Language: English 
A Candy Lion's very good,
  Because he cannot bite,
Nor wander roaring for his food,
  Nor eat up folks at night.

But though it's very nice for me,
  It's not so nice for him;
For ev'ry day he seems to be
  More shapeless and more slim

And first, there's no tail any more,
  And next, he has no head,
And then he's just a candy Roar--
  And might as well be dead.

Text Authorship:

  • by Abbie Farwell Brown (? - 1927)

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2. A Thanksgiving fable
 (Sung text)

Language: English 
It was a hungry pussy cat,
  Upon Thanksgiving morn,
And she watched a thankful little mouse, 
  That ate an ear of corn.
"If I ate that thankful little mouse, 
  How thankful he should be,
When he has made a meal himself,
  To make a meal for me!

"Then with his thanks for having fed,
  And his thanks for feeding me,
With all his thankfulness inside,
  How thank-full I shall be!"
Thus mused the hungry pussy cat,
  Upon Thanksgiving Day;
But the little mouse had overheard
  And declined (with thanks) to stay.

Text Authorship:

  • by Oliver Herford (1863 - 1935), "A Thanksgiving fable"

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3. Dolladine
 (Sung text)

Language: English 
This is her picture — Dolladine —
The beautif'lest doll that ever was seen!
Oh, what nosegays! Oh, what sashes!
Oh, what beautiful eyes and lashes!

Oh, what a precious perfect pet!
On each instep a pink rosette;
Little blue shoes for her little blue tots;
Elegant ribbons in bows and knots.

Her hair is powdered; her arms are straight,
Only feel, she is quite a weight!
Her legs are limp, though; — stand up, miss! —
What a beautiful buttoned-up mouth to kiss!

Text Authorship:

  • by William Brighty Rands (1823 - 1882), "Dolladine"

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4. Prayer of a tired child
 (Sung text)

Language: English 
Our Father, hear a tirèd child
  Who has forgot her prayer,
And cannot find the words of it,
  Which wander ev'rywhere.

You used to carry in your arms
  The lambkins dumb and white,
Who had grown weary of their play,
  And stumbled in the night.

I also am your little lamb,
  Who has no word to pray.
Dear Father, will you bear me too
  Along the darkling way?

Text Authorship:

  • by Abbie Farwell Brown (? - 1927)

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