PAPA'S BABY BOY.
Copyright, 1884, by S. T. Gordon & Son.
What happiness there is each night, when toil and cares are done,
To meet a darling baby boy, who's the sunshine of your home;
And as you put him on the floor, just to see him romp and play,
You take him up so lovingly-thus sing to him and say-
You're mamma's little darling, papa's baby boy!
The happiness of home, its sunshine and their joy.
I see you rolling on the floor in merriment and glee,
Come, my darling baby, papa will dance you on his knee.
Hippe hip he hoy, papa's baby boy! hippe hip he boy, what do you say?
Hippe hip he hoy, papa's baby boy! hippe hip he boy, baby darling.
When the little one is tired out you place him in his bed;
How proud and happy you do feel when his evening prayer's been said;
Then see him close his loving eyes, when to sleep He's laid away,
You then await the coming morn, that you may sing and say-Refrain & Chor.
And when the coming morn arrives, and breakfast table set.
You then place him on his high chair, your dear baby boy, your pet;
And when the time does come for work you kiss him good-bye, day-day.
Still longing for the night to come, so you can sing and say- Refrain & Chor.