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Show BOCK-A-BY, BABY. ' ' I Rock-a-by, baby! On the tree top. When the wind blows, the cradle will rock; When the bough bends, the cradle will fall-Down fall-Down tumbles baby, cradle and alL Rock-a-by. baby! The meadow's in bloom; Laugh at the sunbeams that dance in the room; Echo the birds with their own baby tune, Coo In the sunlhine and flowers of June. Rock-a-by, baby! As softly it swings, Over the cradle the mother love sings; Brooding or cooing at even or dawn, What will it do when the mother is gone? Rock-a-by, baby! So cloudless the skies. Blue as the depths of your own laughing eyes; Sweet is the lullaby over your nest That tenderly sings little baby to rest. Rock-a-by, baby! The blue eyes will dream Sweetest when mamma's eyes over them beam: 1 Never again will the world seem so fair; Sleep. , little baby! There's no cloud in the a'"r. Rock-a-by, baby! The blue eyes will burn And ache with that your manhood will learn Swiftly the years come with sorrow and and care With burdens the wee dimpled shoulders must bear. Rock-a-by, baby! There's coming a day Whose sorrows a mother's lips can't kiss away; Days when its song will be changed to a moan, v Crosses that baby must bear alone. Rock-a-by, baby! The ifteadow'3 in bloom; May never the frosts pall the beauty in gloom; Be thy world ever bright as today it is seen, Rock-a-by, baby! Thy cradle is green. Old Song. |