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One is clad from head to toe In an ar-mor white as snow. One in crim-son bright is drest, With a star up-on his breast. One in gold and one in green, Cloth of gold and sat-in sheen. Hush, my ba-by, do not cry, Five brave knights go rid-ing by. There was once upon a time an old woman who wanted an apple dumpling for supper.
So, when Tiktok came into the cavern, there was only the Nome King left, and he was rolling upon the rocky floor and howling for mercy, with his eyes fast shut so that he could not see what he was sure was a dreadful phantom that was coming straight toward him. "It oc-curs to me," said Tiktok calmly, "that your Maj-es-ty is act-ing like a ba-by I am not a phan-tom.
"Pla-a-y with the ba-by." The lazy echoes took it up, and tossed it languidly from hill to hill, until Bald Mountain opposite made some incoherent remark about the baby; and then all was still. I must have been mistaken. My friend was not a man of family; there was not a woman within forty miles of the river camp; he never was so passionately devoted to children as to import a luxury so expensive.
There was a Baby Tiger lived in a men-ag-er-ie Fizzy-fezzy-fuzzy they wouldn't set him free; And ev'rybody thought that he was gentle as could be Fizzy-fezzy-fuzzy Ba-by Ti-ger! "Oh! They patted him upon his head and shook him by the paw Fizzy-fezzy-fuzzy he had a bone to gnaw; But soon he grew the biggest Tiger that you ever saw Fizzy-fezzy-fuzzy what a Ti-ger! "Oh!
Now there were those, and Hildegarde's mother and father were among them, who believed that the little maid, tired from her long busy day, had fallen asleep, and dreamed a beautiful dream. Words, MAUD LINDSAY Air, Old Song Hush, my ba-by, do not cry, Five brave knights go rid-ing by. One is dressed in bon-ny blue; He's the lead-er, strong and true.
There is al-so an el-der-ly la-dy, but I can’t see much of her. They appear to be go-ing on a jour-ney, shall I go with them? Yes, well I will. Now we are on the wa-ter and—O what a pret-ty boat—now we are get-ting off of the boat—I didn’t nev-er be here be-fore. Now we are on a rail-road, I nev-er seened this rail-road be-fore but—O what a pret-ty ba-by.
There was a Baby Tiger lived in a men-ag-er-ie Fizzy-fezzy-fuzzy they wouldn't set him free; And ev'rybody thought that he was gentle as could be Fizzy-fezzy-fuzzy Ba-by Ti-ger! "Oh! They patted him upon his head and shook him by the paw Fizzy-fezzy-fuzzy he had a bone to gnaw; But soon he grew the biggest Tiger that you ever saw Fizzy-fezzy-fuzzy what a Ti-ger! "Oh!
He remembered the Finn, the lady with the white teeth, the train, and he wanted to eat and smoke. "Doctor," he said, "tell them to bring me a slice of rye bread and salt, and some sardines...." The doctor refused. Pavel did not obey his order and refused to go for bread. The lieutenant could not bear it and began to cry like a thwarted child. "Ba-by," the doctor laughed. "Mamma! Hush-aby!"
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