<h2><SPAN name="HIS_OWN_LITTLE_BLACK-EYED_LAD" id="HIS_OWN_LITTLE_BLACK-EYED_LAD"></SPAN>His Own Little Black-Eyed Lad</h2>
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<span class="i0"><span class="letra">I</span>T is time for bed, so the nurse declares,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">But I slip off to the nook,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">The cosy nook at the head of the stairs,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Where daddy’s reading his book.<br/></span>
<span class="ig">“I want to sit here awhile on your knee,”<br/></span>
<span class="i2">I say as I toast my feet,<br/></span>
<span class="ig">“And I want you to pop some corn for me,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And give me an apple sweet.”<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">I tickle him under the chin—just so—<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And I say, “Please can’t I, dad?”<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Then I kiss his mouth so he can’t say no,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">To his own little black-eyed lad.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="ig">“You can’t have a pony this year at all,”<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Says my stingy uncle Joe<br/></span>
<span class="i0">After promising it, and there’s the stall<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Fixed ready for it, you know.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">One can’t depend on his uncles, I see,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">It’s daddies that are the best,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And I find mine and climb on his knee<br/></span>
<span class="i2">As he takes his smoke and rest.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">I tickle him under the chin—just so—<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And I say, “Please can’t I, dad?”<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Then I kiss his mouth so he can’t say no,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">To his own little black-eyed lad.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page_177" id="page_177"></SPAN>{177}</span><br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">I want to skate, and oh, what a fuss<br/></span>
<span class="i2">For fear I’ll break through the ice!<br/></span>
<span class="i0">This woman that keeps our house for us<br/></span>
<span class="i2">She isn’t what I call nice.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">She wants a boy to be just like a girl,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">To play in the house all day,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Keep his face all clean, and his hair in curl,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">But dad doesn’t think that way.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">I tickle him under the chin—just so—<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And I say, “Please can’t I, dad?”<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Then I kiss his mouth so he can’t say no,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">To his own little black-eyed lad.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="ig">“You’re growing so big” says my dad to me,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">“Soon be a man, I suppose,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Too big to climb up on your old dad’s knee<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And toast your ten little toes.”<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Then his voice it gets the funniest shake,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And oh, but he hugs me tight!<br/></span>
<span class="i0">I say, when I can’t keep my eyes awake,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">“Let me sleep with you to-night.”<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">I tickle him under the chin—just so—<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And I say, “Please can’t I, dad?”<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Then I kiss his mouth so he can’t say no,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">To his own little black-eyed lad.<br/></span></div>
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<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page_178" id="page_178"></SPAN>{178}</span></p>
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