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Show ARMENIAN LULLABY. Eugene Field. It thou will olose thy drowsy eyes, My mulberry one, my golden sonl The rose shall sing, thee lullabies, My pretty oosm-t lambkin 1 And thon shall swing In an atmond trees, With a Hood of moonbeams rocking thee-A thee-A silver boat In a golden sea My velvet love, my nestling dove, My own pomegranate blossom! The stork shall guard the passing well All night, my sweet, my dimple feetl And bring three myrrh and asphodel, My gentle ralu-of-sprini; time 1 And, for thy slumbrous plays, shall twine The diamond stars with an emerald vlne-To vlne-To trail lu the waves of ruby wine My hyacinth-bloom, my heart's perfume, My cooling little turtle! ' And when the morn wakes up to see My apple-bright, my soul's delight, The partridge shall coma calling thee, My Jar of milk-and-honey ! Yes, thou shalt know what mystery lies In the amethyst deepof the curtained skies, If thou wilt fold thy onyx eyes, You walkefull one, you naughty son, You chirping little sparrow 1 |