Aboard and Abroad in Eighteen Hundred and Eighty-Four (Paperback)


This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1885. Excerpt: ... ANN HUTCHINSON'S EXILE. A BALLAD. 1. "Home, home--where's my baby's home? Here we seek, there we seek, my baby's home to find. Come, come, come, my baby, come We found her home, we lost her home, and home is far behind. Come, my baby, come Find my baby's home " a. The baby clings, the mother sings, the pony stumbles on; The father leads the beast along the tangled, muddy way; The boys and girls trail on behind; the sun will soon be gone, And starlight bright will take again the place of sunny day. "Home, home--where's my baby's home? Here we seek, there ve seek, my baby's home to find. Come, come, come, my baby, come We found her home, we lost her home, and home is far behind. Come, my baby, come Find my baby's home 3. The sun goes down behind the lake, the night fogs gather chill, The children's clothes are torn, and the children's feet are sore. "Keep on, my boys; keep on, my girls, till all have passed the hill, Then ho, my girls, and ho, my boys, for fire and sleep once more ' And all the time she sings to the baby on her breast, "Home, my darling, sleep, my darling, find a place for rest; Who gives the fox his burrow will give my bird a nest. Come, my baby, come Find my baby's home " 4. He lifts the mother from the beast, the hemlock boughs they spread, And make the baby's cradle sweet with fern leaves and with bays. The baby and her mother are resting on their bed, He strikes the flint, he blows the spark, and sets the twigs ablaze. ' Sleep, my child, sleep, my child Baby, find her rest, Here beneath the gracious skies, upon her father's breast; Who gives the fox his burrow will give my bird her rest. Come, come, with her mother, come Home, home, find my baby's home " 6. The guardian stars above the trees their loving vigil keep; The cricket...

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1885. Excerpt: ... ANN HUTCHINSON'S EXILE. A BALLAD. 1. "Home, home--where's my baby's home? Here we seek, there we seek, my baby's home to find. Come, come, come, my baby, come We found her home, we lost her home, and home is far behind. Come, my baby, come Find my baby's home " a. The baby clings, the mother sings, the pony stumbles on; The father leads the beast along the tangled, muddy way; The boys and girls trail on behind; the sun will soon be gone, And starlight bright will take again the place of sunny day. "Home, home--where's my baby's home? Here we seek, there ve seek, my baby's home to find. Come, come, come, my baby, come We found her home, we lost her home, and home is far behind. Come, my baby, come Find my baby's home 3. The sun goes down behind the lake, the night fogs gather chill, The children's clothes are torn, and the children's feet are sore. "Keep on, my boys; keep on, my girls, till all have passed the hill, Then ho, my girls, and ho, my boys, for fire and sleep once more ' And all the time she sings to the baby on her breast, "Home, my darling, sleep, my darling, find a place for rest; Who gives the fox his burrow will give my bird a nest. Come, my baby, come Find my baby's home " 4. He lifts the mother from the beast, the hemlock boughs they spread, And make the baby's cradle sweet with fern leaves and with bays. The baby and her mother are resting on their bed, He strikes the flint, he blows the spark, and sets the twigs ablaze. ' Sleep, my child, sleep, my child Baby, find her rest, Here beneath the gracious skies, upon her father's breast; Who gives the fox his burrow will give my bird her rest. Come, come, with her mother, come Home, home, find my baby's home " 6. The guardian stars above the trees their loving vigil keep; The cricket...

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Imprint

General Books LLC

Country of origin

United States

Release date

February 2012

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First published

February 2012

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Dimensions

246 x 189 x 7mm (L x W x T)

Format

Paperback - Trade

Pages

124

ISBN-13

978-1-151-04508-9

Barcode

9781151045089

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LSN

1-151-04508-X



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