love-songs of childhood-第2节
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For Christmas； with its lots an' lots of candies； cakes； an' toys；
Was made； they say； for proper kids an' not for naughty boys；
So wash yer face an' bresh yer hair； an' mind yer p's and q's；
An' don't bust out yer pantaloons； and don't wear out yer shoes；
Say 〃Yessum〃 to the ladies； an' 〃Yessur〃 to the men；
An' when they's company； don't pass yer plate for pie again；
But； thinkin' of the things yer'd like to see upon that tree；
Jest 'fore Christmas be as good as yer kin be！
BEARD AND BABY
I say； as one who never feared
The wrath of a subscriber's bullet；
I pity him who has a beard
But has no little girl to pull it！
When wife and I have finished tea；
Our baby woos me with her prattle；
And； perching proudly on my knee；
She gives my petted whiskers battle。
With both her hands she tugs away；
While scolding at me kind o' spiteful；
You'll not believe me when I say
I find the torture quite delightful！
No other would presume； I ween；
To trifle with this hirsute wonder；
Else would I rise in vengeful mien
And rend his vandal frame asunder！
But when her baby fingers pull
This glossy； sleek； and silky treasure；
My cup of happiness is full …
I fairly glow with pride and pleasure！
And； sweeter still； through all the day
I seem to hear her winsome prattle …
I seem to feel her hands at play；
As though they gave me sportive battle。
Yes； heavenly music seems to steal
Where thought of her forever lingers；
And round my heart I always feel
The twining of her dimpled fingers！
THE DINKEY BIRD
In an ocean； 'way out yonder
（As all sapient people know）；
Is the land of Wonder…Wander；
Whither children love to go；
It's their playing； romping； swinging；
That give great joy to me
While the Dinkey…Bird goes singing
In the amfalula tree！
There the gum…drops grow like cherries；
And taffy's thick as peas …
Caramels you pick like berries
When； and where； and how you please；
Big red sugar…plums are clinging
To the cliffs beside that sea
Where the Dinkey…Bird is singing
In the amfalula tree。
So when children shout and scamper
And make merry all the day；
When there's naught to put a damper
To the ardor of their play；
When I hear their laughter ringing；
Then I'm sure as sure can be
That the Dinkey…Bird is singing
In the amfalula tree。
For the Dinkey…Bird's bravuras
And staccatos are so sweet …
His roulades； appoggiaturas；
And robustos so complete；
That the youth of every nation …
Be they near or far away …
Have especial delectation
In that gladsome roundelay。
Their eyes grow bright and brighter；
Their lungs begin to crow；
Their hearts get light and lighter；
And their cheeks are all aglow；
For an echo cometh bringing
The news to all and me；
That the Dinkey…Bird is singing
In the amfalula tree。
I'm sure you like to go there
To see your feathered friend …
And so many goodies grow there
You would like to comprehend！
Speed； little dreams； your winging
To that land across the sea
Where the Dinkey…Bird is singing
In the amfalula tree！
THE DRUM
I'm a beautiful red； red drum；
And I train with the soldier boys；
As up the street we come；
Wonderful is our noise！
There's Tom； and Jim； and Phil；
And Dick； and Nat； and Fred；
While Widow Cutler's Bill
And I march on ahead；
With a r…r…rat…tat…tat
And a tum…titty…um…tum…tum …
Oh； there's bushels of fun in that
For boys with a little red drum！
The Injuns came last night
While the soldiers were abed；
And they gobbled a Chinese kite
And off to the woods they fled！
The woods are the cherry…trees
Down in the orchard lot；
And the soldiers are marching to seize
The booty the Injuns got。
With tum…titty…um…tum…tum；
And r…r…rat…tat…tat；
When soldiers marching come
Injuns had better scat！
Step up there； little Fred；
And； Charley； have a mind！
Jim is as far ahead
As you two are behind！
Ready with gun and sword
Your valorous work to do …
Yonder the Injun horde
Are lying in wait for you。
And their hearts go pitapat
When they hear the soldiers come
With a r…r…rat…tat…tat
And a tum…titty…um…tum…tum！
Course it's all in play！
The skulking Injun crew
That hustled the kite away
Are little white boys； like you！
But 〃honest〃 or 〃just in fun；〃
It is all the same to me；
And； when the battle is won；
Home once again march we
With a r…r…rat…tat…tat
And tum…titty…um…tum…tum；
And there's glory enough in that
For the boys with their little red drum！
THE DEAD BABE
Last night； as my dear babe lay dead；
In agony I knelt and said：
〃0 God！ what have I done；
Or in what wise offended Thee；
That Thou should'st take away from me
My little son？
〃Upon the thousand useless lives；
Upon the guilt that vaunting thrives；
Thy wrath were better spent！
Why should'st Thou take my little son …
Why should'st Thou vent Thy wrath upon
This innocent？〃
Last night； as my dear babe lay dead；
Before mine eyes the vision spread
Of things that might have been：
Licentious riot； cruel strife；
Forgotten prayers； a wasted life
Dark red with sin！
Then； with sweet music in the air；
I saw another vision there：
A Shepherd in whose keep
A little lamb … my little child！
Of worldly wisdom undefiled；
Lay fast asleep！
Last night； as my dear babe lay dead；
In those two messages I read
A wisdom manifest；
And though my arms be childless now；
I am content … to Him I bow
Who knoweth best。
THE HAPPY HOUSEHOLD
It's when the birds go piping and the daylight slowly breaks；
That； clamoring for his dinner； our precious baby wakes；
Then it's sleep no more for baby； and it's sleep no more for me；
For； when he wants his dinner； why it's dinner it must be！
And of that lacteal fluid he partakes with great ado；
While gran'ma laughs；
And gran'pa laughs；
And wife； she laughs；
And I … well； I laugh； too！
You'd think； to see us carrying on about that little tad；
That； like as not； that baby was the first we'd ever had；
But； sakes alive！ he isn't； yet we people make a fuss
As if the only baby in the world had come to us！
And； morning； noon； and night…time； whatever he may do；
Gran'ma； she laughs；
Gran'pa； he laughs；
Wife； she laughs；
And I； of course； laugh； too！
But once … a likely spell ago … when that poor little chick
From teething or from some such ill of infancy fell sick；
You wouldn't know us people as the same that went about
A…feelin' good all over； just to hear him crow and shout；
And； though the doctor poohed our fears and said he'd pull him through；
Old gran'ma cried；
And gran'pa cried；
And wife； she cried；
And I … yes； I cried； too！
It makes us all feel good to have a baby on the place；
With his everlastin' crowing and his dimpling； dumpling face；
The patter of his pinky feet makes music everywhere；
And when he shakes those fists of his； good…by to every care！
No matter what our trouble is； when he begins to coo；
Old gran'ma laughs；
And gran'pa laughs；
Wife； she laughs；
And I … you bet； I laugh； too！
SO； SO； ROCK…A…BY SO！
So； so； rock…a…by so！
Off to the garden where dreamikins grow；
And here is a kiss on your winkyblink eyes；
And here is a kiss on your dimpledown cheek
And here is a kiss for the treasure that lies
In the beautiful garden way up in the skies
Which you seek。
Now mind these three kisses wherever you go …
So； so； rock…a…by so！
There's one little fumfay who lives there； I know；
For he dances all night where the dreamikins grow；
I send him this kiss on your droopydrop eyes；
I send him this kiss on your rosyred cheek。
And here is a kiss for the dream that shall rise
When the fumfay shall dance in those far…away skies
Which you seek。
Be sure that you pay those three kisses you owe …
So； so； rock…a…by so！
And； by…low； as you rock…a…by go；
Don't forget mother who loveth you so！
And here is her kiss on your weepydeep eyes；
And here is her kiss on your peachypink cheek；
And here is her kiss for the dreamland that lies
Like a babe on the breast of those far…away skies
Which you seek …
The blinkywink garden where dreamikins grow …
So； so； rock…a…by so！
THE SONG OF LUDDY…DUD
A sunbeam comes a…creeping
Into my dear one's nest；
And sings to our babe a…sleeping
The song that I love the best：
〃'T is little Luddy…Dud in the morning …
'T is little Luddy…Dud at night；
And all day long
'T is the same sweet song
Of that waddling； toddling； coddling little mite；
Luddy…Dud。〃
The bird to the tossing clover；
The bee to the swaying bud；
Keep singing that sweet song over
Of wee little Luddy…Dud。
〃'T is little Luddy…Dud in the morning …
'T is little Luddy…Dud at night；
