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When baby wakes of mornings, / Then it's wake, ye people all! / For another day / Of song and play / Has come at our darling's call! / And, till she gets her dinner, / She makes the welkin ring, / And she won't keep still till she's had her fill -- / The cunnin' little thing!
When baby goes a-walking, / Oh, how her paddies fly! / For that's the way / The babies say / To other folk "by-by"; / The trees bend down to kiss her, / And the birds in rapture sing, / As there she stands and waves her hands -- / The cunnin' little thing!
When baby goes a-rocking / In her bed at close of day, / At hide-and-seek / On her dainty cheek / The dreams and the dimples play; / Then it's sleep in the tender kisses / The guardian angels bring / From the Far Above to my sweetest love -- / You cunnin' little thing!