THE FAIRY BABE
A LULLABY
Between the night and the gray morning,
When lights are out and the crickets sing,
The fairies stole my bud and my blossom
And laid this wizened thing in my bosom.
Hush, O!
Sleep, little fairy, sleep,
Dream of the fields and the sheep,
But never a sorrowful dream may take you
Of the mother that could forsake you.
Hush, O!
When lights are out and the crickets sing,
The fairies stole my bud and my blossom
And laid this wizened thing in my bosom.
Hush, O!
Sleep, little fairy, sleep,
Dream of the fields and the sheep,
But never a sorrowful dream may take you
Of the mother that could forsake you.
Hush, O!
My little boy was rosy and sweet,
I kissed him over from head to feet;
But cold hands came in the midnight lonely
And drew him off, O my one child only.
Hush, O!
Sleep, little fairy, sleep,
Sleep while I wake and weep,
For it may be my little son misses
The mother's milk and the love and kisses.
Hush, O!
I kissed him over from head to feet;
But cold hands came in the midnight lonely
And drew him off, O my one child only.
Hush, O!
Sleep, little fairy, sleep,
Sleep while I wake and weep,
For it may be my little son misses
The mother's milk and the love and kisses.
Hush, O!
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