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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 409 |
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And he died with his face to the city; He kicked, too—but that was all pride,
For soon you might see 'twas all over; Soon after the noose was untied,
And at darky we waked him in clover, And sent him to take a ground sweat. |
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NURSE'S SONG
Anon.—Literal Version
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LEEP, my child, my darling child, my lovely child, sleep! The sun sleepeth on the green fields, The moon sleepeth on the blue waves, Sleep, my child, my darling child, my lovely child, sleep !
The morning sleepeth on a bed of roses, The evening sleepeth on the tops of the dark hills; Sleep, my child, etc.
The wind sleepeth in the hollow of the rocks, The stars sleep upon a pillow of clouds; Sleep, my child, etc.
The mist sleepeth on the bosom of the valley, And the broad lake under the shadow of the trees; Sleep, my child, etc.
The flowers sleep while the night dew falls, And the wild birds sleep upon the mountains; Sleep, my child, etc. |
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