Зображення сторінки

When I am bid, l'll freely bring

Whatever I have got;
Nor will I touch a pretty thing

If mother tell me not.

When she permits me, I may tell

About my pretty toys;
But if she's busy or unwell,

I must not make a noise.
For God looks down from heav'n on high,

Our actions to behold;
And He is pleas’d when children try

To do as they are told.


Come, sister, let us haste to school,
Or we shall break that happy rule;
For Teacher says, we should be there
By nine o'clock, the hour of pray’r.
'Tis almost nine, I must away,
I cannot stop to talk or play ;
I'll wash my face, and comb my hair,
And so get there in time for prayer.

There Jesus waits with smiling face,
To bless the little infant race;
Let us endeavour to be there
Every day in time for prayer.


This is the Chelsea* Infant School,
Where we're taught the happy rule ;
To love our God and parents kind,
And leave all useless things behind.

* Here the name of any school may be added.

In figures we take great delight,
We spell, and read, and sometimes write;
To sing, and march, we likewise learn,
And useful things come in by turn.

Besides, the girls they learn to sew,
Which is a useful thing, you know;
And still we have our time for play,
We run, and jump, and swing away.

But we must come with faces clean,
Our clothes all whole, fit to be seen ;
And only two-pence do we pay
Per week, for learning every day.

We also must attend to time,
Be there before, or just at nine ;
And in the afternoon, so true,
Be always in the school at two.

How thankful then I ought to be
To Master, who thus teaches me ;
And thank Subscribers, who, in turn,
All pay so much for me to learn.

Then let us all attention pay,
For all our kind instructors say ;
And pray that God would bless our school,
Its friends, and every infant rule.


Oh! who'd not love our Infant School,

Where taught by Teachers dear;
We read and pray, and sing and play,

How happy are we here.

Nor would we lie too late in bed,

And waste our hours in sleep;
But rise and pray, that God all day

Would us in safety keep.
Both face and hands we'll wash so clean,

And neatly comb our hair ;
Then haste away, without delay,

To be in time for prayer.
Thus, we should make our Teachers glad,

And we should happy prove;
For God would smile, and, ere awhile,

Call us to heav'n above.

SONG II. Sulks, sulks, begone, I prithee, begone from me; Begone, sulks, begone, I'll have nothing to do with thee. Oh, no, thou never shalt tarry here, My temper to hurt and destroy ; So prithee, sulks, haste, and begone, And leave me sweet peace to enjoy.


Oh! how pretty 'tis to see
Little children all agree !
Try to take the step with me,
Marching to the gallery.
Left foot-right foot-hands behind,
Be unto each other kind;
Love should always be the rule,
When at home, or at the school.
Oh! how pretty 'tis to see
Little children all agree,
While they sing their A B C,
Sitting in the gallery.

Now you're in the gallery,
Put your playthings all away ;
Fold your arms, and look at me,
And attend to what I say.


See the preity humming bee,

Peeping into ev'ry flower ; Busy, active, little creature,

Working, toiling, every hour. 'Tis the bee that makes the honey,

That we eat upon our bread; Sucking out the sweetest juices

As she flies from bed to bed.

In the dew-bespangled meadow

See the pretty lambkins play ; With their curly milk-white fleeces,

How they sport about so gay. See, the maid is milking Colley,

How she wags about her tail ; Not a moment standing quiet,

I think she'll overset the pail. Hark, how merry Robert's whistling,

Following Smiler to the plough ; Little Chloe running after,

Joins the chorus--bow, wow, wow.

Very little things are we;
Oh, how mild we all should be !
Never quarrel, never fight,
This would be a shocking sight;
And would break a happy rule
Of our much-lov'd Infant School.

Just like little pretty lambs
Softly skipping by their dams,
We'll be gentle all the day,
Love to learn as well as play;
And attend to every rule
Of our much-lov'd Infant School.
In the winter, when 'tis mild,
We may run, but not be wild ;
But in summer we must walk,
And improve the time by talk;
Then we shall come, nice and cool,
To our much-lov'd Infant School.

SONG VI. March, march, march to the play-ground,

od S Boys,

3cm Hands behind, orderly, upright, and cheerfully; March, march, march to the play-ground,

s Boys,

con Left foot and right foot, so keep the step carefully.

Then we may laugh and play,
No naughty words we'll say ;
Quarrel, nor fight, but run round the trees, and sing;

Love one another,

Like sister and brother, And haste into school, when our Teacher the bell shall ring.

March, march, march, &c.

See, how happy we are here!
Friends so kind, and Teachers dear;
Free from envy, care, and strife,
Is not our's a happy life?
Let us keep this rule in mind,
Left foot, right foot, hands behind;
Then, how pretty it will be,
Marching to the gallery.

« НазадПродовжити »