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0 SLEEP, MY BABY
(ANCIENT LULLABY.) |
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The morning on a bed of roses,
Evening on rude hills reposes: Dusk his heavy eyelid closes, Under dreamy curtains. Shoheen, sho lo, Lulla Io lo. |
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The winds lie lulled on bluest billows, Shining stars on cloudy pillows, Waters under nodding willows, Mists upon the mountains.
Shoheen, sho lo,
Lulla lo lo. |
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H. 4868. |
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