Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1881-02-05
The Children.
LITTLE LACK HlRNER

tCHARAcrhRs.-Ho'her. dressed IA an Old lady,
With cap etc
Cook, With immense white apron sleayes
rolled up. etc.
Molly, Jenny, BiUp. Charley. Georgia. Jacr,,-
children Enthusiastically dressed.
Enter Mother. calling TO her children-a drum
heard outside. She 5ingS:l
H''hT.-Harh! the merry. merry dram,
Come. my children, quickly come,
1ne an q al.
Heed my cali
Seek your home ere night shail fall.
Come. my merry girls and boys.
Stay your ronlping. cease your noise.
Then to bed
There to rest each weary head.
The children come IN. one by one. to slow
music; keeping step, aud singing:l
Stump! lamp! lump, stump,
Clamp! thump, ciuinp,
They stand In a row, from the tallest to the
smallest.
Mother Tell me. Bill what have You done
From early morn to set of sun?
h"ly'-fholding uP a hand all bandaged and
I've been shooting with fathers gun.
And lost my hnsers-all but one.
Chorus of Children:
Oh. OH oh, oh!
Guns are terrible things. We know!
.Ho'her,-Ten me. Molly and where were you,
what have you found all day to do?
Nogy.-I was climbing tha apple tree,
Ana tSe torn nay apron, you see.
she holds up a very ragged apron
CAoruso OF Children:
Oh. oh. oh, oh,
Now you'll have to patch aad sew.
Mo'her.-Now, little Charley tell ne, pray.
Ho" have you spent this summer day:
Cha,'ley.-.F Playing at ball. my mother dear.
I've knocked out four front teeth-see
Tie shows his mouth, and his four front teeth
are covered with strip OF black court-plaster.
Chorus of Children:
OH OH OH oh,
-Four nice front teeth all in row.
Nofhcr.-Jenny. what makes you look 80 forlorn.
And wher. has your hat aud feather
gone?
Jcany.-Tye been sailing Oh the pond.
Tipped up the boat and nearly drowned,
Chorus Of Children:
Oh, oh, oh. oh.
In boat alone you shouldn't go
-Hother.-Tell me. George and tell me true.
What have Your little hands found to
Gcpygic. I've spoiled my hatchet-nlothcr. see,
Chopring mp fathers best cherry tree.
HE holds notched and broken Ratchet up. !
Cio,rus Of Chidy4a:
Oh! oh. OH oh,
Won't yOu get whipping, thought
Nofic|.-Jacky, my darling, youngest and last,
Zen me- how has your holiday passed?
.ta"It Why don't you call me Jacky Horuers
sat still i'll the chimney corner,
Waiting. watching the hours 90 by
HI COOK should finish my Christmas
pie,
Cko,,.5 ef Childrea:
On! oh! OH oh
He won't give us a iuOuthful-no,
ENTER the cook with a large pie which She
gives 10 Jacky. His mother brings out a stool
Tor Jachy. He sits Gown with the pie In his lap,
The children dance round him singing
.iH.-Iittie Jack Horner
Sat in the corner.
Eating Christmas pie;
de put III his thumb
he pulled ont plum
Ana said, what good boy
al this point Jacky pulls out plum. and
puts II IN his mouth. Sensation
ITHy.-Ons plum.
-HOHy.-Yes tt0,
thatBeY.-I saw thrfc.
Jcfiny.-That is ttue.
iH;-And he said. what good boy am l.
COOS. -Hnrrah for little Jacky Horner,
Who quietly sat in his corner!
-tb.-Wise little Jack Horner
hurraht hufrah hurrahi hurrah,
REPEAT three times and dance
Very little music IS necessary for this: O. few
chords are quite sufficient, and boy may beat
The drum at the opening with the usual rat-'at-
tat. Any ordinary performer can arrange the
JntPiLigeRCer.