When baby wakes of mornings, br Then it's wake, ye people all! br For another day br Of song and play br Has come at our darling's call! br And, till she gets her dinner, br She makes the welkin ring, br And she won't keep still till she's had her fill - br The cunnin' little thing! br br When baby goes a-walking, br Oh, how her paddies fly! br For that's the way br The babies say br To other folk "by-by"; br The trees bend down to kiss her, br And the birds in rapture sing, br As there she stands and waves her hands - br The cunnin' little thing! br br When baby goes a-rocking br In her bed at close of day, br At hide-and-seek br On her dainty cheek br The dreams and the dimples play; br Then it's sleep in the tender kisses br The guardian angels bring br From the Far Above to my sweetest love - br You cunnin' little thing!br br Eugene Fieldbr br