Christmas Roses

Christmas Roses by Lizzie Lawson and Robert Elice Mack

London: Griffith, Farran & Company St. Paul’s Churchyard.

Christmas Roses

A BUNCH of Christmas Roses, dear, To greet my fairest child, I plucked them in my garden where The drifting snow lay piled.

THE CHRISTMAS STOCKING.

I DON’T believe that Santa Claus will come to you and me,” Said little crippled Nell, “a’cause, we are so poor you see; And then I don’t believe the ‘chimbley’s’ wide enough for him, D’ye think that Santa Claus will come, when all the lights are dim.” “Of course he comes to every one, dear, whether rich or poor; Now go to bed dear Nell,” said Nan, “he’ll come to-night I’m sure.”

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THE PET RABBIT.

I HAVE a little Bunny with a coat as soft as down, And nearly all of him is white except one bit of brown. The first thing in the morning when I get out of bed, I wonder if my Bunny’s still safe in his little shed.

FATHER’S BOAT.

IT’S Father’s boat we’re watching, Away out on the sea, She’s named the Pretty Polly, One hundred and ninety three, Father called her the Polly, After Mother and me.

A MISTAKE.

MY dears, whatever are you at? You ought to be at home; I told you not to wet your feet— I told you not to roam.

A SAD TALE.

WHO’S afraid of a cat?” said he; “I’m not afraid of a cat.” He was a bird who sat on a rail, With five other birds, and this was his tale. “I’m not afraid of a cat.”

THE CREW OF THE NANCY LEE.

POLLY’S the mate of the Nancy Lee, And Tom is the skipper bold, They sail together In rough wind and weather, And they are the crew, all told.

HIE FOR CHRISTMAS!

BRING Frost, bring Snow, Come winter, Bring us holly, Bring joy at Christmas, Off with Melancholy!

BEDTIME.

IT’S bedtime, bedtime, Cissy dear, It’s time to put away, Your little Noah’s ark dear Until another day, You know it isn’t right at all To tire yourself with play.