Sing baloo, loo, lammy, sing baloo, my dear;, LULLABY OF AN INFANT CHIEF O, HUSH thee, my babie, thy sire was a knight, The woods and the glens, from the towers which we see, O ho ro, i ri ri, cadul gu lo. O, fear not the bugle, though loudly it blows, O, hush thee, my babie, the time scon will come, Lullaby For the window shutteth fast, 83 Jane Taylor [1783-1824] "LULLABY, O LULLABY" LULLABY! O lullaby! Baby, hush that little cry! Light is dying, Bats are flying, Bees to-day with work have done; Let sleep kiss those bright eyes dry! Lullaby! O lullaby! Hushed are all things far and nigh; Birds reposing, All sweet things with life are done. Sleep, then kiss those blue eyes dry. William Cox Bennett [1820-1895] LULLABY From "The Princess " SWEET and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Wind of the western sea! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon: Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. Alfred Tennyson [1809-1892] THE COTTAGER TO HER INFANT THE days are cold, the nights are long, Then hush again upon my breast; All merry things are now at rest, The kitten sleeps upon the hearth; The crickets long have ceased their mirth; Nay! start not at that sparkling light; And wake when it is day! Dorothy Wordsworth [1804-1847] TROT, TROT! EVERY evening Baby goes Trot, trot, to town, Across the river, through the fields, Up hill and down. Trot, trot, the Baby goes, Up hill and down, Holy Innocents To buy a feather for her hat, Trot, trot, the Baby goes; The birds fly down, alack! "You cannot have our feathers, dear," They say, "so please trot back.". Trot, trot, the Baby goes; The lambs come bleating near. "You cannot have our wool," they say, "But we are sorry, dear." Trot, trot, the Baby goes, Trot, trot, to town; She buys a red rose for her hat, She buys a cotton gown. Mary F. Butts [1836 HOLY INNOCENTS SLEEP, little Baby, sleep; The holy Angels love thee, And guard thy bed, and keep A blessed watch above thee. No spirit can come near Nor evil beast to harm thee: Where nothing need alarm thee. The Love which doth not sleep, The Shepherd of the sheep In perfect love hath found thee. Christ-kept from snare and sorrow, And love and warmth to-morrow. 85 Christina Georgina Rossetti [1830-1894] LULLABY From "The Mistress of the Manse" ROCKABY, lullaby, bees in the clover! Down to the under-land Down into wonderland go! Rockaby, lullaby, rain on the clover! Down on the mother-world, Down on the other world, Down on the mother-world sleep! Rockaby, lullaby, dew on the clover! Dew on the eyes that will sparkle at dawn! Into the stilly world, Into the lily world, Gone! oh gone! Into the lily world gone! Josiah Gilbert Holland [1819-1881] CRADLE SONG From Bitter-Sweet" T WHAT is the little one thinking about? Very wonderful things, no doubt! Unwritten history! Unfathomed mystery! Yet he laughs and cries, and eats and drinks, And chuckles and crows, and nods and winks, |