| Share page | Visit Us On FB |
|
242 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
||
|
|
||
|
We'll go boating, gently floating On dream river, shoheen sho !
By the meadows where the shadows Gleam and darken, come and go.
Husha-bye, O ! Closer lie, O !
Closer lie to mother's breast, Awake or sleeping, in God's keeping
May my baby always rest.
Through the rushes, 'mong the bushes Winds are whispering soft and low,
While my pleasure—to my treasure Is to croon—hush O ! hush O !
The sailing's over, under cover Hides thy blue eyes' dewy glow,
Sprite nor fairy ne'er shall scare thee, Angels care thee—lulla lo! |
||
|
WHERE THE PRIMROSES GROW BY THE NORE
C
OME dear Fancy, my fay, we'll be happy to-day. Spread your jubilant wings for a soar, O'er the ocean we'll go to a fair spot I know, Where the primroses grow by the Nore— There we'll revel in blooms whose delicious perfumes
Fill the soul with fond mem'ries of yore, While the dark waters flow in a crystalline glow Where the primroses grow by the Nore. |
||
|
|
||