SONGS for CHILDREN, SONG XIX

When you live with your parents at home, My infant how happy are you; But When you are seeking to roam, What evils alas! you pursue.

If abroad you too carelessly play, What troubles you oftentimes meet! Being lost while you carelessly stray, Or run down by the folks in the street!

'Tis then that you wish to comeback, To your parents and nurses so kind; Should you leave them at once, then [alack! How many more troubles you'd find.

The pets and the airs which you show, Tho' sometimes corrected 'tis true; That correction its good can bestow, My dear, 'tiS the better for you.

'T will be time enough many a long year, For you through the wide world to roam; And then you'll soon wish too, my dear, That you'd still been contented at home.

Whate'er are the scenes you behold, And various, indeed, they must be; As oft' by your nurse you've been told, "Home is home, though 'tis homely," You'll see.