Going to Bed.
Reading edition
Down upon my pillow warm,
I do lay my little head,
And the rain, and wind, and storm,
Cannot come a-nigh my bed.
Many little children poor,
Have not any where to go,
And sad hardships they endure,
Such as I did never know.
Dear mamma, I’ll thank you oft,
For this comfortable bed,
And this pretty pillow soft,
Where I rest my little head.
I shall sleep till morning light,
On a bed so nice as this;
So, my dear mamma, good night,
Give your little girl a kiss.