MORAL SONGS.

"The last five verses composed for Infant School, No. 1.

"O how pretty 'tis to see,

Little children all agree,

Try to keep the step with me,

While you are exercising.

Right hand, left hand, hands behind,
Be unto each other kind,

Always bear this rule in mind,

When you are exercising."

When to march you all begin,

Hold up your head,—in your chin;

Toes turn out, and knees keep in,

When you are exercising.

Girls to left-and boys to right,
Children try with all your might;

Show us now a pretty sight,

When you are exercising.

Right foot, left foot, same behind,
Listen to your teacher kind;
All her rules be sure to mind,

When you are exercising.

Both hands up, then hands before,
Forward march!--along the floor;
Sing the chorus o'er and o'er,

While you are exercising.

Yes, dear teacher, thou shalt see,
How we children all agree,

We will keep the step with thee,

While we are exercising.

Composed for Infant School, No. 1. by Miss C

Tune-I won't be a nun.

1 Now is it not a pity,

Such a little child as I,

Who loves to go to Infant School,

Should stay at home and

O! I can't stay away,

O! I can't stay away.
I'm so fond of Infant School,
I cannot stay away.

cry

2 I cannot bear to stay away,
It will not do for me;
Do let me go to Infant School,
And learn my A, B, C.

O! I can't stay away, &c.

3 I love to march, I love to sing,
O this does please me so;
I love to say the tables o'er,
As round the room I go.

O! I can't stay away, &c.

4 I love to see the pictures there,
I love to learn their names;
I love to count and numerate,
Upon the pretty frames.

O! I can't stay away, &c.

5 Oh mother! please to let me go,
And see how good I'll be

And I will hasten home at night,
And tell you all I see.

O! I can't stay away,

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6 And I will tell you all I've learned, And lessons I have said;

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And say my little hymns and prayers,
Before I go to bed.

O! I can't stay away,

O! I can't stay away;
I'm so fond of Infant School,

I cannot stay away..

Composed for Infant School, No. 1. by Miss M. J.
Hark! the infant-school bell's ringing,
We will recollect the sound;
Boys and girls, now drop your playthings,
Hasten from the infant ground.

Can we be such careless children,
When we've half an hour to play,
As to leave our mirth with sorrow,
When the bell calls us away?
No dear teacher, we will hasten,
Our affection we will show,
By attention to your wishes,
And prompt obedience as we go.

Though our home is so sweet and our parents so dear,

There's a place from whose doors we wish not to rove;

Where teachers affectionate, kind, and sincere,

Awaken our feelings to goodness and love. School! Sweet infant school,

There's no place like school, there's no place

like school.

If at home we should wish entirely to stay, Our parents so dear could not work for our

food;

And if in the streets with bad boys we should

play,

We never could learn to be happy and good. School! &c. &c.

Then while our dear parents are tender and

kind,

And our teachers still point us to wisdom's

abode;

Our home and our school round our hearts closely twin'd,

Shall point us to virtue, and lead us to God. School! &c. &c.

The Pleasure of attending School clean 5 and neat.

'Tis pleasant to come to School happy and good,

'Tis pleasant to come neat and clean; 'Tis pleasant to know all the lessons I'm taught,

And tell mother at home what they mean. How sorry I am when we stand up to sing, If dirty my hands and my face;

For then I'm remov'd far away from the rest, And must not stand up in my place.

Then I'll beg my dear mother to make me quite neat,

And wash me, and comb me each day; For then I can learn all my lessons at school, And ther. I may happily play.

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Good Resolution.

When my father comes home in the evening from work,

Then I will get up on his knee,

And tell him how many nice lessons I learn, And show him how good I can be.

He shall hear what a number I know how to count,

And I'll tell him what words I can spell, And if I can learn something every day, I hope soon I shall read very well.

I'll say to him all the nice verses I know,
And tell him how kind we must be,

That we never must hurt poor dumb creatures at all,

And he'll kiss me and listen to me.

I'll tell him we always must try to please God,
And never be cruel or rude;

For God is the Father of all living things,
And he cares for and blesses the good.