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One with chubby cheeks aglow
Prattleth of the By and By；
Side by side； they build their blocks …
Shuffle…Shoon and Amber…Locks。
THE SHUT…EYE TRAIN
Come； my little one； with me！
There are wondrous sights to see
As the evening shadows fall；
In your pretty cap and gown；
Don't detain
The Shut…Eye train …
〃Ting…a…ling！〃 the bell it goeth；
〃Toot…toot！〃 the whistle bloweth；
And we hear the warning call：
〃All aboard for Shut…Eye Town！〃
Over hill and over plain
Soon will speed the Shut…Eye train！
Through the blue where bloom the stars
And the Mother Moon looks down
We'll away
To land of Fay …
Oh； the sights that we shall see there！
Come； my little one； with me there …
'T is a goodly train of cars …
All aboard for Shut…Eye Town！
Swifter than a wild bird's flight；
Through the realms of fleecy light
We shall speed and speed away！
Let the Night in envy frown …
What care we
How wroth she be！
To the Balow…land above us；
To the Balow…folk who love us；
Let us hasten while we may …
All aboard for Shut…Eye Town！
Shut…Eye Town is passing fair …
Golden dreams await us there；
We shall dream those dreams； my dear；
Till the Mother Moon goes down …
See unfold
Delights untold！
And in those mysterious places
We shall see beloved faces
And beloved voices hear
In the grace of Shut…Eye Town。
Heavy are your eyes； my sweet；
Weary are your little feet …
Nestle closer up to me
In your pretty cap and gown；
Don't detain
The Shut…Eye train！
〃Ting…a…ling！〃 the bell it goeth；
〃Toot…toot！〃 the whistle bloweth
Oh； the sights that we shall see！
All aboard for Shut…Eye Town！
LITTLE…OH DEAR
See； what a wonderful garden is here；
Planted and trimmed for my Little…Oh…Dear！
Posies so gaudy and grass of such brown …
Search ye the country and hunt ye the town
And never ye'll meet with a garden so queer
As this one I've made for my Little…Oh…Dear！
Marigolds white and buttercups blue；
Lilies all dabbled with honey and dew；
The cactus that trails over trellis and wall；
Roses and pansies and violets … all
Make proper obeisance and reverent cheer
When into her garden steps Little…Oh…Dear。
And up at the top of that lavender…tree
A silver…bird singeth as only can she；
For； ever and only； she singeth the song
〃I love you … I love you！〃 the happy day long； …
Then the echo … the echo that smiteth me here！
〃I love you； I love you；〃 my Little…Oh…Dear！
The garden may wither； the silver…bird fly …
But what careth my little precious； or I？
From her pathway of flowers that in spring time upstart
She walketh the tenderer way in my heart
And； oh； it is always the summer…time here
With that song of 〃I love you；〃 my Little…Oh…Dear！
THE FLY…AWAY HORSE
Oh； a wonderful horse is the Fly…Away Horse …
Perhaps you have seen him before；
Perhaps； while you slept； his shadow has swept
Through the moonlight that floats on the floor。
For it's only at night； when the stars twinkle bright；
That the Fly…Away Horse； with a neigh
And a pull at his rein and a toss of his mane；
Is up on his heels and away！
The Moon in the sky；
As he gallopeth by；
Cries： 〃Oh！ what a marvelous sight！〃
And the Stars in dismay
Hide their faces away
In the lap of old Grandmother Night。
It is yonder； out yonder； the Fly…Away Horse
Speedeth ever and ever away …
Over meadows and lanes； over mountains and plains；
Over streamlets that sing at their play；
And over the sea like a ghost sweepeth he；
While the ships they go sailing below；
And he speedeth so fast that the men at the mast
Adjudge him some portent of woe。
〃What ho there！〃 they cry；
As he flourishes by
With a whisk of his beautiful tail；
And the fish in the sea
Are as scared as can be；
From the nautilus up to the whale！
And the Fly…Away Horse seeks those faraway lands
You little folk dream of at night …
Where candy…trees grow； and honey…brooks flow；
And corn…fields with popcorn are white；
And the beasts in the wood are ever so good
To children who visit them there …
What glory astride of a lion to ride；
Or to wrestle around with a bear！
The monkeys； they say：
〃Come on； let us play；〃
And they frisk in the cocoanut…trees：
While the parrots； that cling
To the peanut…vines； sing
Or converse with comparative ease！
Off！ scamper to bed … you shall ride him tonight！
For； as soon as you've fallen asleep；
With a jubilant neigh he shall bear you away
Over forest and hillside and deep！
But tell us； my dear； all you see and you hear
In those beautiful lands over there；
Where the Fly…Away Horse wings his faraway course
With the wee one consigned to his care。
Then grandma will cry
In amazement： 〃Oh； my！〃
And she'll think it could never be so；
And only we two
Shall know it is true …
You and I； little precious！ shall know！
SWING HIGH AND SWING LOW
Swing high and swing low
While the breezes they blow …
It's off for a sailor thy father would go；
And it's here in the harbor； in sight of the sea；
He hath left his wee babe with my song and with me：
〃Swing high and swing low
While the breezes they blow！〃
Swing high and swing low
While the breezes they blow …
It's oh for the waiting as weary days go！
And it's oh for the heartache that smiteth me when
I sing my song over and over again：
〃Swing high and swing low
While the breezes they blow！〃
〃Swing high and swing low 〃 …
The sea singeth so；
And it waileth anon in its ebb and its flow；
And a sleeper sleeps on to that song of the sea
Nor recketh he ever of mine or of me！
〃Swing high and swing low
While the breezes they blow …
'T was off for a sailor thy father would go！〃
WHEN I WAS A BOY
Up in the attic where I slept
When I was a boy； a little boy；
In through the lattice the moonlight crept；
Bringing a tide of dreams that swept
Over the low； red trundle…bed；
Bathing the tangled curly head；
While moonbeams played at hide…and…seek
With the dimples on the sun…browned cheek …
When I was a boy； a little boy！
And； oh！ the dreams … the dreams I dreamed！
When I was a boy； a little boy！
For the grace that through the lattice streamed
Over my folded eyelids seemed
To have the gift of prophecy；
And to bring me glimpses of times to be
When manhood's clarion seemed to call …
Ah！ that was the sweetest dream of all；
When I was a boy； a little boy！
I'd like to sleep where I used to sleep
When I was a boy； a little boy！
For in at the lattice the moon would peep；
Bringing her tide of dreams to sweep
The crosses and griefs of the years away
From the heart that is weary and faint to…day；
And those dreams should give me back again
A peace I have never known since then …
When I was a boy； a little boy！
AT PLAY
Play that you are mother dear；
And play that papa is your beau