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Cock does crow,
So do you.
Merry voice,
Infant noise,
Merrily, merrily to welcome in the year.⁠

Little lamb,
Here I am;
Come and lick
My white neck;
Let me pull
Your soft wool;
Let me kiss
Your soft face:
Merrily, merrily, we welcome in the year.⁠

NURSE'S SONG.

WHEN the voices of children are heard on the green
⁠And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast,
And everything else is still.

Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down,
And the dews of night arise;
Come, come, leave off play, and let us away
Till the morning appears in the skies.