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Noo nestle to his bosie； sleep and dream yer fill；
Till Wee Davie Daylicht comes keekin' owre the hill。
James Ferguson ＇18 … ？＇
WILLIE WINKIE
Wee Willie Winkie rins through the town；
Upstairs and doon stairs； in his nicht…gown；
Tirlin' at the window； cryin' at the lock；
〃Are the weans in their bed？ … for it's noo ten o'clock。〃
Hey； Willie Winkie！ are ye comin' ben？
The cat's singin' gay thrums to the sleepin' hen；
The doug's speldered on the floor； and disna gie a cheep；
But here's a waukrife laddie； that winna fa' asleep。
Onything but sleep； ye rogue！ … glowrin' like the moon；
Rattlin' in an airn jug wi' an airn spoon；
Rumblin'； tumblin' roun' about； crawin' like a cock；
Skirlin' like a kenna…what … wauknin' sleepin' folk！
Hey； Willie Winkie！ the wean's in a creel！
Waumblin' aff a bodie's knee like a vera eel；
Ruggin' at the cat's lug； and ravellin' a' her thrums：
Hey； Willie Winkie！ … See； there he comes！
William Miller ＇1810…1872＇
THE SANDMAN
The rosy clouds float overhead；
The sun is going down；
And now the sandman's gentle tread
Comes stealing through the town。
〃White sand； white sand；〃 he softly cries；
And as he shakes his hand；
Straightway there lies on babies' eyes
His gift of shining sand。
Blue eyes； gray eyes； black eyes； and brown；
As shuts the rose； they softly close； when he goes through the town。
From sunny beaches far away …
Yes； in another land …
He gathers up at break of day
His stone of shining sand。
No tempests beat that shore remote；
No ships may sail that way；
His little boat alone may float
Within that lovely bay。
Blue eyes； gray eyes； black eyes； and brown；
As shuts the rose； they softly close； when he goes through the town。
He smiles to see the eyelids close
Above the happy eyes；
And every child right well he knows； …
Oh； he is very wise！
But if； as he goes through the land；
A naughty baby cries；
His other hand takes dull gray sand
To close the wakeful eyes。
Blue eyes； gray eyes； black eyes； and brown；
As shuts the rose； they softly close； when he goes through the town。
So when you hear the sandman's song
Sound through the twilight sweet；
Be sure you do not keep him long
A…waiting in the street。
Lie softly down； dear little head；
Rest quiet； busy hands；
Till； by your bed his good…night said；
He strews the shining sands。
Blue eyes； gray eyes； black eyes； and brown；
As shuts the rose； they softly close； when he goes through the town。
Margaret Thomson Janvier ＇1845…1913＇
THE DUSTMAN
When the toys are growing weary；
And the twilight gathers in；
When the nursery still echoes
With the children's merry din；
Then unseen； unheard； unnoticed
Comes an old man up the stair；
Lightly to the children passes；
Lays his hand upon their hair。
Softly smiles the good old Dustman；
In their eyes the dust he throws；
Till their little heads are falling；
And their weary eyes must close。
Then the Dustman very gently
Takes each little dimpled hand
Leads them through the sweet green shadows；
Far away in slumberland。
Frederic Edward Weatherly ＇1848…1929＇
SEPHESTIA'S LULLABY
From 〃Menaphon〃
Weep not； my wanton； smile upon my knee；
When thou art old there's grief enough for thee。
Mother's wag； pretty boy；
Father's sorrow； father's joy；
When thy father first did see
Such a boy by him and me；
He was glad； I was woe；
Fortune changed made him so；
When he left his pretty boy；
Last his sorrow； first his joy。
Weep not； my wanton； smile upon my knee；
When thou art old there's grief enough for thee。
Streaming tears that never stint；
Like pearl…drops from a flint；
Fell by course from his eyes；
That one another's place supplies；
Thus he grieved in every part；
Tears of blood fell from his heart；
When he left his pretty boy；
Father's sorrow； father's joy。
Weep not； my wanton； smile upon my knee；
When thou art old there's grief enough for thee。
The wanton smiled； father wept；
Mother cried； baby leapt；
More he crowed； more we cried；
Nature could not sorrow hide：
He must go； he must kiss
Child and mother； baby bliss；
For he left his pretty boy；
Father's sorrow； father's joy。
Weep not； my wanton； smile upon my knee；
When thou art old there's grief enough for thee。
Robert Greene ＇1560？…1592＇
〃GOLDEN SLUMBERS KISS YOUR EYES〃
From 〃Patient Grissel〃
Golden slumbers kiss your eyes；
Smiles awake you when you rise。
Sleep； pretty wantons； do not cry；
And I will sing a lullaby。
Rock them； rock them； lullaby。
Care is heavy； therefore sleep you；
You are care； and care must keep you。
Sleep； pretty wantons； do not cry；
And I will sing a lullaby。
Rock them； rock them； lullaby。
Thomas Dekker ＇1570？…1641？＇
〃SLEEP； BABY； SLEEP〃
Sleep； baby； sleep！ what ails my dear；
What ails my darling thus to cry？
Be still； my child； and lend thine ear；
To hear me sing thy lullaby。
My pretty lamb； forbear to weep；
Be still； my dear； sweet baby； sleep。
Thou blessed soul； what canst thou fear？
What thing to thee can mischief do？
Thy God is now thy father dear；
His holy Spouse thy mother too。
Sweet baby； then forbear to weep；
Be still； my babe； sweet baby； sleep。
Though thy conception was in sin；
A sacred bathing thou hast had；
And though thy birth unclean hath been；
A blameless babe thou art now made。
Sweet baby； then forbear to weep；
Be still； my babe； sweet baby； sleep。
While thus thy lullaby I sing；
For thee great blessings ripening be；
Thine Eldest Brother is a king；
And hath a kingdom bought for thee。
Sweet baby； then forbear to weep；
Be still； my babe； sweet baby； sleep。
Sweet baby； sleep； and nothing fear；
For whosoever thee offends
By thy protector threatened are；
And God and angels are thy friends。
Sweet baby； then forbear to weep；
Be still； my babe； sweet baby； sleep。
When God with us was dwelling here；
In little babes He took delight；
Such innocents as thou； my dear；
Are ever precious in His sight。
Sweet baby； then forbear to weep；
Be still； my babe； sweet baby； sleep。
A little infant once was He；
And strength in weakness then was laid
Upon His Virgin Mother's knee；
That power to thee might be conveyed。
Sweet baby； then forbear to weep；
Be still； my babe； sweet baby； sleep。
In this thy frailty and thy need
He friends and helpers doth prepare；
Which thee shall cherish； clothe； and feed；
For of thy weal they tender are。
Sweet baby； then forbear to weep；
Be still； my babe； sweet baby； sleep。
The King of Kings when He was born；
Had not so much for outward ease；
By Him such dressings were not worn；
Nor such like swaddling…clothes as these。
Sweet baby； then forbear to weep；
Be still； my babe； sweet baby sleep。
Within a manger lodged thy Lord；
Where oxen lay and asses fed：
Warm rooms we do to thee afford；
An easy cradle for a bed。
Sweet baby； then forbear to weep；
Be still； my babe； sweet baby； sleep。
The wants that He did then sustain
Have purchased wealth； my babe； for thee；
And by His torments and His pain
Thy rest and ease secured be。
My baby； then forbear to weep；
Be still； my babe； sweet baby； sleep。
Thou hast； yet more； to perfect this
A promise and an earnest got
Of gaining everlasting bliss；
Though thou； my babe； perceiv'st it not。
Sweet baby； then forbear to weep；
Be still； my babe； sweet baby； sleep。
George Wither ＇1588…1667＇
MOTHER'S SONG
My heart is like a fountain true
That flows and flows with love to you。
As chirps the lark unto the tree
So chirps my pretty babe to me。
And it's O！ sweet； sweet！ and a lullaby。
There's not a rose where'er I seek；
As comely as my baby's cheek。
There's not a comb of honey…bee；
So full of sweets as babe to me。
And it's O！ sweet； sweet！ and a lullaby。
There's not a star that shines on high；
Is brighter than my baby's eye。
There's not a boat upon the sea；
Can dance as baby does to me。
And it's O！ sweet； sweet！ and a lullaby。
No silk was ever spun so fine
As is the hair of baby mine。
My baby smells more sweet to me
Than smells in spring the elder tree。
And it's O！ sweet； sweet！ and a lullaby。
A little fish swims in the well；
So in my heart does baby dwell。
A little flower blows on the tree；
My baby is the flower to me。
And it's O！ sweet； sweet！ and a lullaby。
The Queen has sceptre； crown and ball；
You are my sceptre； crown and all。
For all her robes of royal silk；
More fair your skin； as white as milk。
And it's O！ sweet； sweet！ and a lullaby。
Ten thousand parks where deer do run；
Ten thousand roses in the sun；
Ten thousand pearls beneath the sea；
My babe more precious is to me。
And it's O！ sweet； sweet！ and a lullaby。
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