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 And every thing she says to me, I must directly mind; For when I was a baby, Her care both night and day, While I was helpless and afraid, I never can repay.

I must not teaze my Mother; And when she likes to read, Or has the head-ache, I will step Most silently indeed; I must not choose a noisy play, Nor trifling troubles tell, But sit down quiet by her side, And try to make her well.

I must not teaze my Mother; I've heard dear father say, When I was in my cradle sick, She nurs'd me night and day. And now she listens to my wants, She gives me clothes and food, And cheers me with a loving smile, While trying to be good.