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Little Baby, just new born,

Naked, trembling, and forlorn,

My hand the willing help supplies,

To ease thy pain, and soothe thy cries;

Nor can I tell thee little dear,

How much we're pleased to see thee here.

O, it will be my sweet delight

To serve thee with this milk so white!

But tho' my babe so nicely feeds,

I'll only give just what it needs;

If I the spoon too often fill,

'Twould make my baby sick and ill.

Mamma too will be able soon

To feed her babe without a spoon,

And that we know is better far

Than milk and barley-water are.