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Show Song of the Old Nurse. To tlKtit nKiiluxl tlip I tifltlt-t. Out p.ihiilltis nfiir Iiii K"ii". (iHHtim hlH left tin- ollllK Iselle, Whose tender hcnil Is Ids alone. i.iiimuv Ah. linn she wopt llu poor itemolsellel l.tlllnby. iderp soft mill well. Hleip, my llttlo one. sleep' No new has come for n whole long yenr, Wlmt vows for her lowi full Iselle pus; I'll ii ii rruel di-alli mo fur fiom heie llivo cut on the Joy of those happy d.is? Lullaby Ah, how ihe tn-inliK-il, llio pool durnol- Hello! Lullaby, sleep noft nmt will; Hleen, my little one, leei. When, nlas there pomes to the fnlr sella Humors frlnlitful. und dieiul lo hear, That the. bones of the KuIkMs who In buttle fell Aro white on the sand of tho desert drear. I.ullitiy-Ah I.ullitiy-Ah him ho died the poor demoiselle! Lullaby, sleep mitt mic well; Hloep, m little one (deep' The mnrinw rnme Ouiitnn, woe to tell. riillhful seeklnc his full jouiik bilde; CJImi me. Oh. (;le me in Iselle You Jealous walls Hint her bentit tilde. I.ldlh She Is no inniM thy pom demoiselle! Lull.ib hIpi-p Hoft nnd well, Sleep tin little one sleep! Isabel I'liinel.-i Heltons nfter th l'lenih In llosion Tmtiscrlpt. |