Four Songs

Have you seen my kittie?
She's the cat that runs away, 
My but she is awful wild, 
She's a dreadful, dreadful child, 
Just as soon as she sees me, 
Off she goes and climbs a tree, 
Yet that kitten I love well, 
What's the matter can you tell? 

Refrain
Dear me suzz! 
Kittie, Kittie, Kittie, Kittie, 
Kittie come and play, 
Kittie, Kittie, Kittie, 
Kittie please don't run away, 
You're the kitten I love well, 
What's the matter can't you tell? 
Kittie, Kittie come let's play. 

Did she climb a tree so high, 
Seemed to reach most to the sky? 
Did she always squirm and wail, 
If you held her by the tail? 
Mama says that it's all me, 
Kittens really good would be, 
But the kittens I have known, 
Seem to want to live alone.

Refrain

My baby is so tired tonight, 
She does not like the candle light, 
The little head will soon be pressed, 
Against her mama's loving breast, 
And mama's song will sound the best. 

Refain
So bylo, bylo, 
little baby sleep, 
So bylo, bylo, 
God his watch will keep, 
Oh baby mine, 
how fondly I love you, 
Oh baby mine, 
a mother's love is true. 

The little birds have gone to rest, 
The mama bird sits by the nest, 
The little stars begin to shine, 
To light the sky for sleepy-time, 
And make it bright sweet child of mine. 

Refain

If I shield you from all care, 
And keep your face forever fair, 
As now I see it while you sleep, 
These eyes of mine no more would keep, 
This heart of mine its peace would keep.

Refain

Thar ain't much poetry, that's a fact, 
In a pa'r o' worn out shoes, 
But I've seen truck a-goin' that lacked, 
As much of soul or muse, 
I've got a shoe, 'bout big's my thumb, 
All gone at the heel an' toe, 
That makes my poor old heart-strings thrum, 
To the tune of "Long ago". 

It's the shoe of a little baby boy, 
Who was two or three worlds to me, 
He come and he went, and took all the joy, 
That ever I reckon to see, 
The mother that bore him went along, 
And it broke my heart in two, 
Sometimes I hear her lullaby song, 
When I'm holdin' that little shoe. 

And I hear the patter of wee, small feet, 
That fitted it when it was new, 
But all that's left is the mem'ry sweet, 
And the little worn out shoe, 
Thar ain't no poetry much in this, 
But I think I've got the clue, 
To a road that leads to a mite of bliss, 
If I follow this baby shoe.

A child sat close to her mother's knee, 
A child perhaps of summers three, 
She wanted a dolly that was her prayer, 
Whose eyes would close and who had real hair, 
But the mother was poor and she shrank with fear, 
Lest the child should see the glistening tear, 
So she sweetly sang as she turned away, 
These comforting words and this tender lay. 

Chorus 1 & 2
Wait dear, wait dear, just till my ship comes in, 
Then dear sure dear dolly you're bound to win, 
Yes dear, true dear, dolly to be your own, 
With eyes of blue to smile at you, 
Just wait till my ship comes home. 

The child ran down to the ocean shore, 
And gazed at the ships as we've before, 
And wondered which one would bring her pet, 
The one near the shore or the distant yet, 
Of course her mamma expected some ships, 
For only truth could pass mamma's lips, 
And she said a dolly with eyes of blue, 
Would come on a ship and of course 'twas true. 

Chorus 1 & 2

One day a chest from a ship gone down, 
Was washed ashore and aroused the town, 
The heart of the mother grew cold with fear, 
For the chest held the clothes of a child so dear, 
And among the toys was a doll so rare, 
Whose eyes would close and who had real hair, 
Why that's my dolly for sure she's mine, 
I's spected the ship for a long time, 'Cause 

Chorus 3
My mamma said just wait till my ship comes in, 
My mamma said a dolly you're bound to win, 
My mamma said "a dolly to be my own", 
WIth eyes of blue to smile at you, 
Just wait till my ship comes home.