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    Love-Songs of Childhood
    Love-Songs of Childhood
    Love-Songs of Childhood
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    Love-Songs of Childhood

    By Eugene Field

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    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherArchive Classics
    Release dateJan 1, 1897
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    Eugene Field

    Eugene Field (1850-1895) was a noted author best known for his fairy tales and nursery rhymes. Many of his children's poems were illustrated by Maxfield Parrish. Also an American journalist and humorous essay writer, Field was lost to the world at the young age of 45 when he died of a heart attack.

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      Love-Songs of Childhood - Eugene Field

      The Project Gutenberg EBook of Love-Songs of Childhood, by Eugene Field

      This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with

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      Title: Love-Songs of Childhood

      Author: Eugene Field

      Release Date: January 8, 2009 [EBook #2670]

      Last Updated: January 26, 2013

      Language: English

      *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK LOVE-SONGS OF CHILDHOOD ***

      Produced by An Anonymous Volunteer, and David Widger

      LOVE-SONGS OF CHILDHOOD

      By Eugene Field

      To Mrs. Belle Angler

      Dearest Aunt:

      Many years ago you used to rock me to sleep, cradling me in your arms and singing me petty songs. Surely you have not forgotten that time, and I recall it with tenderness. You were very beautiful then. But you are more beautiful now; for, in the years that have come and gone since then, the joys and the sorrows of maternity have impressed their saintly grace upon the dear face I used to kiss, and have made your gentle heart gentler still.

      Beloved lady, in memory of years to be recalled only in thought, and in token of my gratitude and affection, I bring you these little love-songs, and reverently I lay them at your feet.

      Eugene Field Chicago, November 1, 1894

      CONTENTS

      THE ROCK-A-BY LADY

      BOOH!

      GARDEN AND CRADLE

      THE NIGHT WIND

      KISSING TIME

      JEST 'FORE CHRISTMAS

      BEARD AND BABY

      THE DINKEY BIRD

      THE DRUM

      THE DEAD BABE

      THE HAPPY HOUSEHOLD

      SO, SO, ROCK-A-BY SO!

      THE SONG OF LUDDY-DUD

      THE DUEL

      GOOD-CHILDREN STREET

      THE DELECTABLE BALLAD OF THE WALLER LOT

      THE STORK

      THE BOTTLE TREE

      GOOGLY-GOO

      THE BENCH-LEGGED FYCE

      LITTLE MISS BRAG

      THE HUMMING TOP

      LADY BUTTON-EYES

      THE RIDE TO BUMPVILLE

      THE BROOK

      PICNIC-TIME

      SHUFFLE-SHOON AND AMBER-LOCKS

      THE SHUT-EYE TRAIN

      LITTLE-OH DEAR

      THE FLY-AWAY HORSE

      SWING HIGH AND SWING LOW

      WHEN I WAS A BOY

      AT PLAY

      A VALENTINE

      LITTLE ALL-ALONEY

      SEEIN' THINGS

      THE CUNNIN' LITTLE THING

      THE DOLL'S WOOING

      INSCRIPTION FOR MY LITTLE SON'S SILVER PLATE

      FISHERMAN JIM'S KIDS

      FIDDLE-DEE-DEE

      OVER THE HILLS AND FAR AWAY

      THE ROCK-A-BY LADY

            The Rock-a-By Lady from Hushaby street

            Comes stealing; comes creeping;

            The poppies they hang from her head to her feet,

            And each hath a dream that is tiny and fleet—

            She bringeth her poppies to you, my sweet,

            When she findeth you sleeping!

            There is one little dream of a beautiful drum—

            Rub-a-dub! it goeth;

            There is 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!

            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!

            He laughs and kicks his little heels in rapturous glee, and then

            In shrill, despotic treble bids me do it all aden!

            And I—of course I do it; for, as his progenitor,

            It is such pretty, pleasant play as this that I

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