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There's "D" that stands for darling; The prettiest in the row: Who is his mother's darling— Who is he—do you know?

You say you'll be a sailor: How sorry you would be Not to read your mother's letters, When far away at sea.

Ah! I see you'll be a scholar; You've said them rightly o'er: There's a good child—and to-morrow You are to learn some more.

Come now into the garden, To the fruit and flowers away; So well you've said your lesson, That you deserve to play.