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With Trumpet and Drum by Eugene Field 19 Wynken Mother Baby Books Toddlers Nursery Rhymes
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little homer slate of with trumpet and drum by eugene field this librivox recording is in the public domain

after dear old grandma died hunting through an open chest in the attic we aspired what repaid our childish quest twas a homely little slate seemingly of ancient date on its quaint and battered face was the picture of a cart drawn with all that awkward grace which be tokens childish art but what meant this legend pray homer drew this yesterday mother recollected then what the years were fain to hide she was but a baby when little homer lived and died forty years so mother said little homer had been dead this one secret through those years grandma kept from all apart hallowed by her lonely tears and the breaking of her heart while each year that sped away seemed to her but yesterday so the homely little slate grandma's baby's fingers pressed to a memory consecrate lieth in the open chest where unwilling we should know grandma put it years ago

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With Trumpet And Drum 3 Krinken Mother and Baby Free Audiobooks Nursery Rhymes

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With Trumpet and Drum by Eugene Field 1 Introduction Mother Baby Books Toddlers Nursery Rhymes
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With Trumpet and Drum
by Eugene Field

introduction of with trumpet and drum this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org recording by annalisa bodker with trumpet and drum by eugene field

with big tin trumpet and little red drum marching like soldiers the children come it's this way and that way they circle and file my but that music of theirs is fine this way and that way and after a while they march straight into this heart of mine a sturdy old heart but it has to succumb to the blare of that trumpet and beat of that drum come on little people from cot and from hall this heart it hath welcome and room for you all it will sing you its songs and warm you with love as your dear little arms with my arms intertwine it will rock you away to the dreamland above oh what jolly old heart is this old heart of mine and jolly or still is it bound to become when you blow that big trumpet and beat that red drum so come though i see not his dear little face and hear not his voice in this jubilant place i know he were happy to bid me and shrine his memory deep in my heart with your play ah me but a love that is sweeter than mine holdeth my boy and its keeping today and by heart it is lonely so little folk come march in and make merry with trumpet and drum eugene field chicago september 13 1892

end up introduction recording by annalisa bodker

Publication date 2020-11-22
Usage Public Domain Mark 1.0Creative Commons Licensepublicdomain
Topics librivox, audiobooks, poetry, children, poem, Christmas, baby, lullaby
LibriVox recording of With Trumpet and Drum by Eugene Field.
Read in English by AnnaLisa Bodtker
The book is made up of poems compiled from the “Little Book of Western Verse,” the “Second Book of Verse,” and the files of the “Chicago Daily News,” the “Youth’s Companion,” and the “Ladies’ Home Journal” , including such favorites as The Sugar Plum Tree, Wynken, Blynken, and Nod, and Little Boy Blue, by the Poet of Childhood, Eugene Field. - Summary by AnnaLisa Bodtker

Lullaby-Land: Songs of Childhood by Eugene Field 4 Spoken Lyrics Baby Poems Toddler Story Time

section 4 of lullaby land songs of childhood by eugene field this librivox recording is in the public domain hi spy strange that the city thoroughfare noisy and bustling all the day should with the night renounce its care and lend itself to children's play oh girls or girls and boys are boys and have been so since abel's birth and shall be so till dolls and toys are with the children swept from earth the selfsame sport that crowns the day of many assyrian shepherds son beguiles the little lads at play by night in stately babylon i hear their voices in the street yet tis so different now from then come brother from your winding sheet and let us to be boys again

little boy blue the little toy dog is covered with dust but sturdy and staunchy stands and the little toy soldier is red with rust and the musket molds in his hands time was when the little toy dog was new and the soldier was passing fair and that was the time when our little boy blew kissed them and put them there now don't you go till i come he said and don't you make any noise so toddling off to his trundle bed he dreamt of the pretty toys and as he was streaming an angel's song awakened our little boy blue oh the years are many the years are long but the little toy friends are true i faithful to little boy blue they stand each in the same old place awaiting the touch of a little hand the smile of a little face and they wonder as waiting the long years through in the dust of that little chair what has become of our little boy blue since he kissed them and put them there hi ho my dearie a moon beam floateth from the skies whispering hi ho my dearie i would spin a web before your eyes a beautiful web of silver light wherein is many a wondrous sight of a radiant garden leagues away where the softly tinkling lilies sway and the snow white lampkins are at play hi ho my dearie a brownie stealeth from the vine singing hi ho my dearie and will you hear this song of mine a song of the land of merck and mist where biddeth the bud the dew hath kissed then let the moonbeam's web of light be spun before thee silvery white and i shall sing the live long night hi ho my deary the night when speedeth from the sea murmuring hi ho my dearie i bring a mariner's prayer for thee so let the moon be veil thine eyes and the brownies sing thee lullabies but i shall rock thee to and fro kissing the brow he loveth so and the prayer shall guard thy bed i trow hi ho my deary

fairy and child oh listen little dear my soul to the fairy voices calling for the moon is high in the misty sky and the honeydew is falling to the midnight feast in the clover bloom the blue bells are a ringing and it's come away to the land of fae that the kitty did is singing o slumber little dear my soul and hand in hand will wander hand in hand to the beautiful land of below away off yonder or will sail along in a lily leaf into the white moon's halo over the stream of mist and dream into the land of below or you shall have two beautiful wings to gossamer wings and airy and all the while shall the old moon smile and think you a little fairy and you shall dance in the velvet sky and the silvery stars shall twinkle and dream sweet dreams as over their beams your footballs softly tinkle

child and mother o mother my love if you'll give me your hand and go where i ask you to wander i will lead you away to a beautiful land the dreamland that's waiting out yonder we'll walk in a sweet posie garden out there where moonlight and starlight are streaming and the flowers and the birds are filling the air with the fragrance of music of dreaming there'll be no little tired out boy to undress no questions or cares to perplex you there'll be no little bruises or bumps to caress nor patching of stockings to vex you for i'll rock you away on a silver tooth stream and sing you asleep when you're weary...

Lullaby-Land: Songs of Childhood by Eugene Field 3 Spoken Lyrics Baby Poems Toddler Story Time

section three of lullaby land songs of childhood by eugene field this librivox recording is in the public domain the sugarplum tree have you ever heard of the sugarplum tree tis a marvel of great renown it blooms on the shore of the lollipop sea in the garden of shut i town the fruit that it bears is so wondrously sweet as those who have tasted it say that good little children have only to eat of that fruit to be happy next day when you've got to the tree you would have a hard time to capture the fruit which i sing the tree is so tall that no person could climb to the boughs where the sugar plums swing but up in that tree sits a chocolate cat and a gingerbread dog prowls below and this is the way you contrive to get at those sugar plums tempting you so you say but the word to the gingerbread dog and he barks with such terrible zest that the chocolate cat is at once all agog as her swelling proportions a test and the chocolate cat goes cavorting around from this leafy limb onto that and the sugar plums tumble of course to the ground hurrah for that chocolate cat there are marshmallows gumdrops and peppermint canes with stripings of scarlet or gold and you carry a way of the treasure that reigns as much as your apron can hold so come little child cuddle closer to me in your dainty white night cap and gown and i'll rock you away to that sugar plum tree in the garden of shuddai town

crinken krinken was a little child it was summer when he smiled off the hoary sea and grim stretched its white arms out to him calling sun child come to me let me warm my heart with thee but the child heard not the sea crinking on the beach one day saw maiden ness at play fair and very fair was she just a little child was he crinkin said the maiden-ness let me have a little kiss just a kiss and go with me to the summer lands that be down within the silver sea crinken was a little child by the maidenness beguiled down into the calling sea with the maiden-ness went he but the sea calls out no more it is winter on the shore winter where that little child made sweet summer when he smiled though to summer on the sea wherewith maiden-ness when he summer summer evermore it is winter on the shore winter winter evermore of the summer on the deep comes sweet visions in my sleep his fair face lifts from the sea his dear voice calls out to me these my dreams of summer be crinkin was a little child by the maidenness beguiled off the horry sea and grim reached its longing arms to him crying son child come to me let me warm my heart with thee but the sea calls out no more it is winter on the shore winter cold and dark and wild crinken was a little child it was summer when he smiled down he went into the sea and the winter bites with me just a little child was he

pity pat and tippy toe all day long they come and go pity pat and tippy toe footprints up and down the hall play things scattered on the floor finger marks along the wall telltale smudges on the door buy these presents you shall know pity pat and tibito how they riot at their play and a dozen times a day in the troop demanding bread only buttered bread will do and the butter must be spread inches thick with sugar too and i never can say no pity pat and tibito sometimes there are griefs to soothe sometimes ruffled brows to smooth four i much regret to say to be toe and pity pat sometimes interrupt their play with an internessing spat five for shame to quarrel so pity pat and tippy toe oh the thousand worrying things every day recurrent brings hands to scrub and hair to brush search for playthings gonomiths many a we complain to hush many a little bump to kiss life seems one vain fleeting show to pity pat and tippy toe and when day is at an end there are little duds to mend little frocks are strangely torn little shoes great holes reveal little hoes but one day worn rudely yawn at...

Lullaby-Land: Songs of Childhood by Eugene Field 2 Spoken Lyrics Baby Poems Toddler Story Time
section two of lullaby land songs of childhood by eugene field this librivox recording is in the public domain ladybutton eyes when the busy day is done and my weary little one rocketh gently to and fro when the night winds softly blow and the crickets in the glen chirp and chirp and chirp again when upon the haunted green fairies dance around their queen then from yonder misty skies cometh lady button eyes through the murk and mist and gloam to our quiet cozy home where to singing sweet and low rocks a cradle to and fro where the clock's dull monotone telleth of the day that's done where the moonbeams hover over play playthings sleeping on the floor where my weary we one lies cometh lady button eyes cometh like a fleeting ghost from some distant eerie coast never footfall can you hear as that spirit feareth near never whisper never word from that shadow queen is heard in ethereal raymond diet from the realm of fae and sprite in the depth of yonder skies cometh lady button eyes lathe she her hands upon my dear weary little one and those white hands overspread like a veil the curly head seems to fondle and caress every little silken dress then she smooths the eyelids down over those two eyes of brown in such soothing tender wise cometh lady button eyes dearest feel upon your brow that caressing magic now for the crickets in the glen turp and chirp and chirp again while upon the haunted green fairies dance around their queen and the moonbeams hover over play things sleeping on the floor hush my sweet from yonder skies cometh lady button eyes

the ride to bump ville play that my knee was a calico mare saddled and bridled for bump fill leap to the back of this steed if you dare and gallop away to bump fill i hope you'll be sure to sit fast in your seat for this calico mare is prodigiously fleet and many adventures you're likely to meet as you journey along to bump ville this calico mare both gallops and trots while whisking you off to bump ville she paces she shies and she stumbles in spots in the tortuous road to bumpville and sometimes this strangely mercurial steed will suddenly stop and refuse to proceed which all will admit is victatious indeed when one is on route to bump phil she's scared of the cars when the engine goes toot down by the crossing at bump ville you'd better look out for that treacherous brute bearing you off to bump ville with a snort she rears up on her hindermost heels and execute jigs and virginia reels words fail to explain how embarrassed one feels dancing so wildly to bump phil it's a bumpity bump and it's jiggity jog journeying on to bump ville it's over the hilltop and down through the bog you ride on your way to bump ville it's rattly bang over boulder and stump there are rivers to ford and our fences to jump and the corduroy road it goes a bumpity-bump mile after mile to bump fill perhaps you'll observe it's no easy thing making the journey to bump fill so i think on the whole it were prudent to bring an end to this ride to bump phil for though she has uttered no protest or plant the calico mare must be blowing and faint what's more to the point i'm blowed if i ain't so play we have got to bump fill

shuffle shoon and amber locks shuffle shoon and amber locks sit together building blocks shuffle shoon is old and grey amber locks a little child but together at their play age and youth are reconciled and with sympathetic glee build their castles fair to sea when i grow to be a man so the wee ones prattle ran i shall build a castle so with a gateway broad and grand here a pretty vine shall grow there a soldier guard shall stand and the tower shall be so high folks will wonder bye and bye shuffle shoon quoth yes i know thus i builded long ago hear a gate and there a wall hear a window there a door hear a steeple wondrous tall riseth ever more and more but the years have leveled...