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!
