  FOR BETTY. When the baby eyes are heavy, When the baby feet are sore, When she cannot go a-singing And a-springing any more, Then the Baby and her mother, Oh! the happy, happy pair! They turn to seek the shelter Of the Two-shoes Chair. Chorus.—Oh! the Two-shoes Chair! Oh! the Two-shoes Chair! ’Tis there we seek for pleasure, And ’tis there we hide from care. And all the little troubles, They float away like bubbles, As we sit and rock together In the Two-shoes Chair. Has the dolly’s head been broken? Has the dolly’s frock been torn? Has Johnny gone to play with boys, Still her little heart is cheery, And she yields not to despair; She can always have her mother, And the Two-shoes Chair. Cho.—Oh! the Two-shoes Chair! etc. When a bump is on her forehead, Or a bruise is on her knee; When the kitten has been horrid, “Just as horrid as can be!” Then she climbs her coign of vantage, And is sure of comfort there, For her mother’s arms are round her In the Two-shoes Chair. Cho.—Oh! the Two-shoes Chair! etc. But best of all, when twilight Comes softly down the sky, When birds are crooning on the bough Their “Lulla-lullaby!” When all the stars are ready To light her to her beddy, ’Tis then she loves to linger In the Two-shoes Chair. Cho.—Oh! the Two-shoes Chair! etc. |
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