large/1281/lovesongs_sv_librivox_64kb_mp3/love-songs_field_02_64kb_4
large/1281/lovesongs_sv_librivox_64kb_mp3/love-songs_field_02_64kb
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Sometimes the rascal tries to make believe that he is scared, And really, when I first began, he stared, and stared, and stared; And then his under lip came out and farther out it came, Till mamma and the nurse agreed it was a "cruel shame"   But now what does that same wee, toddling, lisping baby do But laugh and kick his little heels when I say "Booh!" SOMETIMES THE RASCAL TRIES TO MAKE BELIEVE THAT HE IS SCARED AND REALLY WHEN I FIRST BEGAN HE STARED AND STARED AND STARED AND THEN HIS UNDER LIP CAME OUT AND FARTHER OUT IT CAME TILL MAMMA AND THE NURSE AGREED IT WAS A CRUEL SHAME BUT NOW WHAT DOES THAT SAME WEE TODDLING LISPING BABY DO BUT LAUGH AND KICK HIS LITTLE HEELS WHEN I SAY BOO
one little dream of a big sugar-plum, And lo! thick and fast the other dreams come Of popguns that bang, and tin tops that hum, And a trumpet that bloweth! And dollies peep out of those wee little dreams With laughter and singing; And boats go a-floating on silvery streams, And the stars peek-a-boo with their own misty gleams, And up, up, and up, where the Mother Moon beams, The fairies go winging! Would you dream all these dreams that are tiny and fleet? They'll come to you sleeping; So shut the two eyes that are weary, my sweet, For the Rock-a-By Lady from Hushaby street, With poppies that hang from her head to her feet, Comes stealing; comes creeping. "BOOH!" On afternoons, when baby boy has had a splendid nap, And sits, like any monarch on his throne, in nurse's lap, In some such wise my handkerchief I hold before my face, And cautiously and quietly I move about the place; Then, with a cry, I suddenly expose my face to view, And you should hear him laugh and crow when I say "Booh"!  BOO FROM LOVE SONGS OF CHILDHOOD THIS IS THE LIBERVOX RECORDING ALL LIBERVOX RECORDINGS ARE IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN FOR MORE INFORMATION OR TO VOLUNTEER PLEASE VISIT L I B R I RIO X DATAWORGI RECORDING BY SQUIDVANGELOKHOVA LOVE SONGS OF CHILDHOOD BY EUGENE FIELD BOO ON AFTERNOONS WHEN BABY BOY HAS HAD A SPLENDID NAP AND SITS LIKE ANY MONARCH ON HIS THRONE IN NURSE'S LAP IN SOME SUCH WISE MY HANDKERCHIEF I HOLD BEFORE MY FACE AND CAUTIOUSLY AND QUIETLY I MOVE ABOUT THE PLACE THEN WITH A CRY I SUDDENLY EXPOSE MY FACE TO VIEW AND YOU SHOULD HEAR HIM LAUGH AND CROW WHEN I SAY BOO
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