CRY BABY, CRY BABY.
Copyright, 1888, by Willis Woodward & Co.
Words by Burt Shepard. Music by Morris Weston.
I know the girl of girls, with a crown of golden curls.
When she's good she's pretty as the day is long;
But she is often bad, making mamma sad,
And all the children they are glad to sing this song:
, Cry baby, cry baby, wipe out your eyes,
See! there's the "bogie man, " tall as the skies;
If you are naughty he'll take you away,
Stop my dear, cry no more, run off and play.
But she'll no longer cry, I can tell it by her eye,
See! the smiles are chasing o'er her dimpled face;
Come to mamma's arms, my pet, you are the sweetest yet,
And on my breast your head will find a resting place.-Cho.