MINDING BABY.

Rock the cradle Just a minute; Rock it gently, Baby's in it. If he's sleeping, Do not wake him; If he rouses, Nurse will take him. Sing him now Some little ditty, Sweet and bird-like, Low and pretty. He will hear it In his slumbers, And will feel Its soothing numbers. Sound and sounder He'll be sleeping In the angels' Holy keeping; For they always, Darling Carrie, Near to infants Watch and tarry.

Baby, baby, Stop your play now, And to sleep-land Go away now. As the bee's rocked In the lily, I will rock you, Little Willy. As the May-bough Rocks the nest-bird, I will rock you, Mother's best bird. Boys, at play there, Hush your clatter! Don't wake baby With your chatter! In the garden Do not play now: Go and frolic On the hay-mow. I am minding Baby-brother; For, you see, I'm Little mother.