Learning To Go Alone
Come, my darling, come away, Take a pretty walk to-day; Run along, and never fear, I'll take care of baby dear: Up and down with little feet, That's the way to walk, my sweet. Now it is so very near, Soon she'll get to mother dear. There she comes along at last: Here's my finger, hold it fast: Now one pretty little kiss, After such a walk as this.
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