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A NURSERY HOUR by ANNE LINDSAY

First Line: UP AND DOWN, UP AND DOWN
Last Line: BABY SLEEPS UPON MY KNEE.
Up and down, up and down,
Baby's riding on my knee,
Crumpling up my silken gown
In her glee, in her glee;
Striking with her rosy fists,
Striving with her tiny wrists.

Trot my nag, trot my nag,
Baby rides more gently now;
All her ardor seems to lag
Lay her low, lay her low.
Let her steed unbridled be,
Baby sleeps upon my knee.



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