THE RIDE TO BUMPVILLE
THE BROOK
PICNIC-TIME
SHUFFLE-SHOON AND AMBER-LOCKS
THE SHUT-EYE TRAIN
LITTLE-OH-DEAR
THE FLY-AWAY HORSE
SWING HIGH AND SWING LOW
WHEN I WAS A BOY
AT PLAY
A VALENTINE
LITTLE ALL-ALONEY
SEEIN' THINGS
THE CUNNIN' LITTLE THING
THE DOLL'S WOOING
INSCRIPTION FOR MY LITTLE SON'S SILVER PLATE
FISHERMAN JIM'S KIDS
"FIDDLE-DEE-DEE"
OVER THE HILLS AND FAR AWAY




THE ROCK-A-BY LADY

The Rock-a-By Lady from Hushaby street
Comes stealing; comes creeping;
The poppies they hang from her head to her feet,
And each hath a dream that is tiny and fleet -
She bringeth her poppies to you, my sweet,