YOU dear little baby,

Don't you cry;

Your father's drawing water

In the south, near by,

A red tasseled hat

He wears on his head;

I WANT some thread,

Both green and red;

I want a needle long;

I want some strands

For ankle bands,

To give to Mrs. Wang.

THE tree leaves are murmuring hua-la-la,

Baby's very sleepy and wants his mama;

Go to sleep, my baby, and then go to bed,

And any bogie-boo that comes,

I'll knock him on the head.

OH dear! oh dear! just see how far

His head is from his feet!

So far indeed he has to bend

When e'er he wants to eat.

And when he wants to fight a man

He lifts him up anon,

And when he wants to wash his face

He pours the water on.

MY baby is sleeping,

My baby's asleep,

My flower is resting,

I'll give you a peep;

How cunning he looks

As he rests on my arm!

My flower's most charming

Of all them that charm.