I love to see the playful lambs,
So innocent and gay;
I love the faithful, watchful dog,

Who guards them night and day.
I love to go to school, and learn
To read, and write, and spell;
I love my teacher's smile to gain
And get my lessons well.

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I love to think of Him who made
These pleasant things for me,
Who gave me life, and health, and strength,
And eyes that I might see.

I love the holy sabbath day,
So peaceful, calm and still;
And oh! I love to go to church,

And hear my Maker's will.

1 O come with me, and we will go
And try the winter's cold, sir;
It freezes now, and soon 'twill snow,
But we are tough and bold, sir.
We've had some merry games in spring,
Of ball, and other sorts, sir;
But winter, too, his share can bring,
Of old and cheerful sports, sir.

2 With sled and satchel off we start,

The smoking breakfast through, sir; And thro' the day, with book and chart, We have enough to do, sir;

But, when our daily lessons done,
Oh, then we're on the ice, sir;
And by the redly sinking sun,

We're skating it so nice, sir.

3 Then come with me, and we will go And try the winter's cold, sir;

Nor fear the ice, nor fear the snow,

For we are tough and bold, sir. And then at evening, sitting round

The crackling, cheerful blaze, sir, We tell our stories, sing our songs, And close the winter day, sir.