large/1281/lovesongs_sv_librivox_64kb_mp3/love-songs_field_36_64kb_2
large/1281/lovesongs_sv_librivox_64kb_mp3/love-songs_field_36_64kb
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Lucky thing I ain't a girl, or I'd be skeered to death! Bein' I'm a boy, I duck my head an' hold my breath; An' I am, oh! so sorry I'm a naughty boy, an' then I promise to be better an' I say my prayers again! LUCKY THING I AIN'T A GIRL OR I'D BE SCARED TO DEATH BEING A BOY I'D DUCK MY HEAD AND HOLD MY BREATH AND I AM OH SO SORRY I'M A NAUGHTY BOY AND THEN I PROMISED ME BETTER AND I SAY MY PRAYERS AGAIN
 'at girls are skeered uv I think are awful nice! I'm pretty brave, I guess; an' yet I hate to go to bed, For, when I'm tucked up warm an' snug an' when my prayers are said, Mother tells me "Happy dreams!" and takes away the light, An' leaves me lyin' all alone an' seein' things at night! Sometimes they're in the corner, sometimes they're by the door, Sometimes they're all a-standin' in the middle uv the floor; Sometimes they are a-sittin' down, sometimes they're walkin' round So softly an' so creepylike they never make a sound! Sometimes they are as black as ink, an' other times they're white-- But the color ain't no difference when you see things at night! Once, when I licked a feller 'at had just moved on our street, An' father sent me up to bed without a bite to eat, I woke up in the dark an' saw things standin' in a row, A-lookin' at me cross-eyed an' p'intin' at me--so! Oh, my! I wuz so skeered that time I never slep' a mite-- It's almost alluz when I'm bad I see things at night! OR BUGS OR WORMS OR MICE AND THINGS THAT GIRLS ARE SKEERED OF I THINK YOU'RE AWFUL NICE I'M PRETTY BRAVE I GUESS AND YET I HATE TO GO TO BED FOR WHEN I'M TUCKED UP WARM AND SNUG AND WHEN MY PRAYERS ARE SAID MOTHER TELLS ME HAPPY DREAMS AND TAKES AWAY THE LIGHT AND LEAVES ME LYIN ALL ALONE AND SEEIN THINGS AT NIGHT SOMETIMES THEY'RE IN THE CORNER SOMETIMES THEY'RE BY THE DOOR SOMETIMES THEY'RE ALL A STANDIN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FLOOR SOMETIMES THEY ARE A SITTIN DOWN SOMETIMES THEY'RE WALKIN ROUND SO SOFTLY AND SO CREEPY LIKE THEY NEVER MAKE A SOUND SOMETIMES THEY ARE AS BLACK AS INK AND OTHER TIMES THEY'RE WHITE BUT THE COLOR AIN'T NO DIFFERENCE WHEN YOU SEE THINGS AT NIGHT ONCE WHEN I LOOKED A FELLER AND HAD JUST MOVED ON OUR STREET AND FATHER SENT ME UP TO BED WITHOUT A BITE TO EAT I WOKE UP IN THE DARK AND SAW THINGS STANDIN IN A ROW A LOOKIN AT ME CROSS EYED AND PITTIN AT ME SO OH MY I WAS SO SCARED THAT TIME I NEVER SLEPT A MITE IT'S ALMOST ALL AS WHEN I'M BAD I SEE THINGS AT NIGHT
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