Brooks's Readers: First Year Part 15

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I have a s.h.i.+p a-sailing, A-sailing on the sea, And it is full of pretty things For baby and for me.

There is candy in the cabin, And apples in the hold.

The sails are made of silk, And the masts are made of gold.

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All the bells on earth shall ring On Christmas day, On Christmas day; All the bells on earth shall ring On Christmas day in the morning.

All the angels in heaven shall sing On Christmas day, On Christmas day; All the angels in heaven shall sing On Christmas day in the morning.

And every one on earth shall sing On Christmas day, On Christmas day; And every one on earth shall sing On Christmas day in the morning.

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CHRISTMAS BELLS

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THE BIRDS IN WINTER

One morning Marian looked out of her window. The snow was falling.

"How cold the wind blows," she said.

"The trees are all frozen and bare. The brook is frozen over.

The pretty robin's nest is full of snow. There are no birds in the woods. Where do the birds go when winter comes?"

"They fly to the sunny South, where the snow does not come," said Robert.

"They will come back to us in the spring. They will sing glad songs and build new nests."

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Out in the snow a little bird was hopping.

"See, Robert, see!" said Marian. "That little bird did not fly to the sunny South.

"How cold it must be! Its little feet must be frozen."

"That is a s...o...b..rd," said Robert. "It likes the snow. It does not mind the cold. It stays here all winter."

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LITTLE BOY BLUE

"Oh, Ned," said Rose one day, "what do you think I have? It is a new story book. Father gave it to me this morning. I have been reading in it."

"It is a pretty book," said Ned. "Are there any good stories in it?"

"Oh, yes. One story is about a little boy who went to sleep in the meadow.

I don't know what his name was, but they called him Little Boy Blue.

He took care of the sheep and the cows. He had a horn to blow.

The sheep and the cows would come when they heard the horn."

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"Here is the story, now. And here is the picture of Little Boy Blue.

"Little Boy Blue, Come, blow your horn!

The sheep are in the meadow, The cows are in the corn.

Where, where can the little boy be? Oh, here he is, sleeping, don't you see?"

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DRIVING THE COWS

Robert lives on a farm.

His father is a farmer.

Robert helps his father. He helps take care of the chickens and the lambs.

Sometimes he drives the cows to the meadow. Sometimes he drives them home at night.

"Where are the cows, Robert?"