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

SONG IV.

See the pretty 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.

SONG V.

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,

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

S Boys,
Girls.

S Boys,

Left foot and right foot, so keep the step carefully.
Then we may laugh and play,

No naughty words we'll say ;

Girls.

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.

SONG VII.

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.

AN INFANT'S SONG, OR MARCH.

We are happy when at school,
Fighting is against the rule,
We should kindness always shew,
Love be seen in all we do-

First.

Little children, little children,
Happy children, happy children ;
Little children, little children;
Happy children, happy children.

Second.

We should all be good at home,
Without leave should never roam;
When we go for any thing,

To our parents, to our parents;
From our parents, from our parents;
For our parents, for our parents;

What they tell us we should bring,- To our parents, to our parents.

NATIONAL HYMN.

God save William, our King,
Long live our noble King,
God save the King.

May he the people bless,

And rule in righteousness,

Wealth, peace, and godliness;

God save the King.

And when we breathe a pray'r,
On all our hearts we'll bear
Our gracious Queen.

May heav'n her life befriend,
Grace all her steps attend,

Immortal bliss her end;

God save the Queen.

And when this life shall cease,
Then may both enter peace;

God save the King and Queen.

Then freed from earthly care,
May they thy kingdom share,
And crowns of glory wear;

God save the King and Queen.

HYMN.

Here we suffer grief and pain;
Here we meet to part again;—
In Heaven we part no more.

CHORUS.

O! that will be joyful!
Joyful, joyful, joyful!
O! that will be joyful!

When we meet to part no more!

All who love the Lord below,

When they die to Heaven will go,

And sing with saints above.

O! that will be joyful! &c.

Little Children will be there,

Who have sought the Lord by pray'r,
From every Infant School.

O! that will be joyful! &c.

Teachers, too, shall meet above,
And our Pastors, whom we love,
Shall meet to part no more.

O! that will be joyful! &c.

O! how happy we shall be!
For our Saviour we shall see
Exalted on his throne!

O! that will be joyful! &c.

There we all shall sing with joy,
And eternity employ

In praising Christ the Lord.

O! that will be joyful! &c.

Sunday, &c.

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God shall wipe away all tears,
Pain and sorrows, sighs and fears,
For ever flee away.

O! that will be joyful! &c.

None have seen, nor ear hath heard,
What good things are there prepared
For them that love the Lord.

O! that will be joyful! &c.

Let us all then watch and pray,
And prepare for that great day
When Christ our judge appears.

Then it will be joyful! &c.

THE ALARMED CAPTIVE BIRD.

O you foolish fluttering thing,
You're too frighten'd now to sing,
You trembling little bird.

Come try and be joyful,
Joyful, joyful, joyful!
Come try and be joyful,
You pretty little bird!

Rest awhile and stand upright,
Soon you'll overcome your fright,

And be at rest and ease.

O then you'll be joyful, &c.

Who made you that neat round head,

And sends the seed on which you 're fed,

From fields so far away?

Come sing and be joyful, &c,

Who, too, made that nice sharp beak,

Which you use from week to week,

To peck your daily food?

Do sing and be joyful, &c.

O! what bright and sparkling eyes,
And pretty wings with which he flies

Away from naughty boys.

O won't you be joyful, &c.