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.