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2. Let each one from the willow tree,
Cut him a horse to ride;

And make him prance and gallop well,
And curl his head with pride.

3. Our swords no blood has ever stained,
They are of cedar wood;

Our muskets bear no balls of lead,
But they are pop-guns good.

4. So now my soldiers cock your hats,
Right fiercely on one ear;

Then rush like hail-stones on the foe,
They're harmless, never fear. :||

No. 43.

ECHO SONG, FOR HOLIDAYS.

School Singer, 59.

Young Choir, 108.

1. Up the hills on a bright sunny morn,
Voices clear as a bugle horn;
List to the echoes as they flow,
Here we go, we go, we go.
Come follow, follow me,

We'll come, we come with glee;
Hurrah! hurrah! we 're free,
We'll follow, follow thee.

2. Now by streamlet pearly pure,
Here we wander, free, secure;

See how the rippling waters flow,
On they go, they go, they go.
Come follow, follow me, &c.

3. Now through shady vale and grove,
Joyous, happy, here we rove;
List to the songster's cheerful lay,
Happy, happy, happy day.
Come follow, follow me, &c.

4. Happy school boy, cease to roam,
Turn thee to thy joyful home;
Smiles shall cheer the close of day,
Home away, away, away.
Come follow, follow me, &c.

No. 44.

THE SNOW BIRD.

School Singer, 138.

1. The ground was all covered with snow one day, And two little sisters were busy at play; When a snow bird was sitting close by on a tree, And merrily singing his chick-a-de-de, chick-ade-de, chick-a-de-de.

And merrily singing his chick-a-de-de.

2. He had not been singing that tune very long, Ere Emily heard him, so loud was his song; "O sister! look out of the window," said she; "Here's a dear little bird, singing chick-a-de-de. Chick-a-de-de, &c.

3. "Poor fellow, he walks in the snow and the sleet, And has neither stockings nor shoes on his feet; I pity him so! how cold he must be !

And yet he keeps singing his chick-a-de-de.
Chick-a-de-de, &c.

4. "If I were a barefooted snow bird, I know
I would not stay out in the cold and the snow;
I wonder what makes him so full of his glee,
He's all the time singing that chick-a-de-de.
Chick-a-de-de, &c.

5. "O Mother! do get him some stockings and shoes,

A frock, with a cloak and a hat, if he choose; I wish he'd come into the parlor and see,

How warm we would make him, poor chick-ade-de.

Chick-a-de-de."

6. The bird had flown down for some crumbs of bread,

And heard every word little Emily said:

"What a figure I'd make in that dress!" thought he,

And he laughed, as he warbled his chick-a-de-de. Chick-a-de-de, &c.

7. "I am grateful," he said, "for the wish you express,

But I've no occasion for such a fine dress;

I had rather remain with my limbs all free, Than to hobble about, singing chick-a-de-de. Chick-a-de-de, &c.

8. "There is One my dear child, though I cannot tell who,

Has clothed me already, and warm enough too; Good morning! O who are so happy as we ?" And away he went, singing his chick-a-de-de. Chick-a-de-de, &c.

No. 45.

PATRIOTIC SONG.

Young Choir, 104.

1. Before all lands in east or west,
I love my native land the best,
With God's best gifts 't is teeming ;
No gold nor jewels here are found,
Yet men of noble souls abound,

And eyes of joy are gleaming.
And eyes of joy are gleaming.

2. Before all tongues in east or west,
I love my native tongue the best,
Though not so smoothly spoken;
Nor woven with Italian art,

Yet when it speaks from heart to heart,
The word is never broken.

The word is never broken.

3. Before all people east or west,
I love my countrymen the best,
A race of noble spirit:

A sober mind, a generous heart,
To virtue train'd, yet free from art,
They from their sires inherit.
They from, &c.

4. To all the world I give my hand,
My heart I give my native land;
I seek her good, her glory :
I honor every nation's name,
Respect their fortune and their fame,
But I love the land that bore me.
But I love, &c.

No. 46. DAYS OF THE MONTH. (ROUND.)

School Singer, 64.

1. Thirty days are in September,
April, June, and dull November ;
All the rest have one-and-thirty,
Save the month of February ;
Twenty-eight are all its store,
But in leap year, one day more.

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