Babies Are Fretful When Suddenly Aroused from Sleep

Come, come, my sweet deary Has slept rather long, But now that he's waking I'll sing him a song.

But softly awhile— I must not be forgetful, That suddenly rousing Makes Harry quite fretful.

I must not with haste Toss my baby about, If I make too much noise I shall grieve him, I doubt.

Then be-boo, my darling, My bosom shall hide thee; I'll pat thee, and kiss thee, No fear shall betide thee.

Ah! how sweetly he smiles, Now I've gained all my ends; For my baby and I Can soon make-up good friends.