by Ann Taylor
Dance, little baby, dance up high,
Never mind
baby, mother is by;
Crow and caper, caper and crow,
There little
baby, there you go:
Up to the ceiling, down to the ground,
Backwards and forwards, round and round.
Then dance, little baby, and
mother shall sing,
With the merry gay coral, ding, ding, a-ding, ding.
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