Eugene Field

Sept. 2, 1850 - Nov. 4, 1895

 

Croodlin' Doo

by Eugene Field

Ho, pretty bee, did you see my croodlin' doo?
Ho, little lamb, is she jinkin' on the lea?
Ho, bonnie fairy, bring my dearie back to me --
Got a lump o' sugar an' a posie for you,
Only bring me back my wee, wee croodlin' doo!

Why! here you are, my little croodlin' doo!
Looked in er cradle, but didn't find you there --
Looked f'r my wee, wee croodlin' doo ever'where;
Be'n kind lonesome all er day withouten you --
Where you be'n, my teeny, wee, wee croodlin' doo?

Now you go balow, my little croodlin' doo;
Now you go rockaby ever so far, --
Rockaby, rockaby up to the star
That 's winkin' an' blinkin' an' singin' to you,
As you go balow, my wee, wee croodlin' doo!

Source:

With Trumpet And Drum
Copyright 1892, by Mary French Field
New York, Charles Scribner's Sons
 
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