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Show A MOTHER'S SONG. A mother sat rocking her little babe, 'Bye, little baby, bye."' And this is ttit soiisr she sang as she rocked; 'Hush, little dear, don"t cry, Father has cone to market town To buy the baby a velvet shown, Brother has gone to fish in the brook To catch a fish with his little book, Sister will fry it for baby to eat. Never was nVh one-htlf so sweet. Bye, little baby, bye. 'By. little bsb", bye. Angels are watching my baby dear. Thir fluttering wings are hovering near, Thy bring him dreams cf heaven above, j They whisper to him of mother's love. Bye, little baby, bye. ''Bye. little baby, bye. Sleep, sweetly sleep, on mother's brea6t, In mother's srnis yon sleep and ret, bleep, lit'le. baby, sleep. The waxen eyelids Aimer uoviu, Baby is off to dreamland town, ., Eye, baby, bye. f "Eye, darling, bye. Tsby has gone to tli land of Nod, Where everything is queer andoad. Where cherries bob on twigs of told, .".nd little children ne'er grow o' l: Where pansies turn ir.to butterflies. And out of ihe hearts of the flowers risfl Beautiful fai.ios wr never see, And the ieoii of this must surely he That we never visit the land of Not! Where everytlniig grows so strange and odd, Or we would see thip runny sight That baby sees with his eves shut tight. "Bye, baby, bye'1' Wetter Sural. |
