Trot Trot The Baby Goes

: RIDING SONGS for FATHER'S KNEE
: Boys And Girls Bookshelf

BY MARY F. BUTTS



Every evening Baby goes

Trot, trot, to town--

Across the river, through the fields,

Up hill and down.



Trot, trot, the Baby goes,

Up hill and down,

To buy a feather for her hat,

To buy a woolen gown.



Trot, trot, the Baby goes;

The birds fly down, alack!

"You cannot have our feathers, dear,"

They say; "so please trot back."



Trot, trot, the Baby goes;

The lambs come bleating near.

"You cannot have our wool," they say;

"But we are sorry, dear."



Trot, trot, the Baby goes,

Trot, trot, to town.

She buys a red rose for her hat,

She buys a cotton gown.



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