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Sleep, baby, sleep !
Thy father watches the sheep, And tendeth the lambs upon yonder hill. But mother watches one dearer still.
Sleep, baby, sleep !
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Sleep, baby, sleep !
Soft be thy slumbers and deep. While over our heads wild winds meet, An old, old lullaby they repeat :
Sleep, baby, sleep !
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Sleep, baby, sleep !
The baby knows not to weep. Unconscious it lie* of the toil of life, Knows nothing yet of its din and strife,
Sleep, baby, sleep !
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Sleep, baby, sleep !
Thy father watches the sheep, And tendeth the lambs upon yonder hill, But mother watches one dearer still, Sleep, baby, sleep ! |
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