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Ten thousand pearls beneath the sea;

My babe more precious is to me。

And it's O! sweet; sweet! and a lullaby。



Unknown





A LULLABY



Upon my lap my sovereign sits

And sucks upon my breast;

Meanwhile his love sustains my life

And gives my body rest。

Sing lullaby; my little boy;

Sing lullaby; mine only joy!



When thou hast taken thy repast;

Repose; my babe; on me;

So may thy mother and thy nurse

Thy cradle also be。

Sing lullaby; my little boy;

Sing lullaby; mine only joy!



I grieve that duty doth not work

All that my wishing would;

Because I would not be to thee

But in the best I should。

Sing lullaby; my little boy;

Sing lullaby; mine only joy!



Yet as I am; and as I may;

I must and will be thine;

Though all too little for thy self

Vouchsafing to be mine。

Sing lullaby; my little boy;

Sing lullaby; mine only joy!



Richard Rowlands 'fl。 1565…1620'





A CRADLE HYMN



Hush! my dear; lie still and slumber;

Holy angels guard thy bed!

Heavenly blessings without number

Gently falling on thy head。



Sleep; my babe; thy food and raiment;

House and home; thy friends provide;

All without thy care or payment:

All thy wants are well supplied。



How much better thou'rt attended

Than the Son of God could be;

When from heaven He descended

And became a child like thee!



Soft and easy is thy cradle:

Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay;

When His birthplace was a stable

And His softest bed was hay。



Blessed babe! what glorious features …

Spotless fair; divinely bright!

Must He dwell with brutal creatures?

How could angels bear the sight?



Was there nothing but a manger

Cursed sinners could afford

To receive the heavenly stranger?

Did they thus affront their Lord?



Soft; my child: I did not chide thee;

Though my song might sound too hard;

'Tis thy mother sits beside thee;

And her arms shall be thy guard。



Yet to read the shameful story

How the Jews abused their King;

How they served the Lord of Glory;

Makes me angry while I sing。



See the kinder shepherds round Him;

Telling wonders from the sky!

Where they sought Him; there they found Him;

With His Virgin mother by。



See the lovely babe a…dressing;

Lovely infant; how He smiled!

When He wept; the mother's blessing

Soothed and hushed the holy child。



Lo; He slumbers in His manger;

Where the horned oxen fed;

Peace; my darling; here's no danger;

Here's no ox anear thy bed。



'Twas to save thee; child; from dying;

Save my dear from burning flame;

Bitter groans and endless crying;

That thy blest Redeemer came。



May'st thou live to know and fear Him;

Trust and love Him all thy days;

Then go dwell forever near Him;

See His face; and sing His praise!



Isaac Watts '1674…1748'





CRADLE SONG



Sleep; sleep; beauty bright;

Dreaming in the joys of night;

Sleep; sleep; in thy sleep

Little sorrows sit and weep。



Sweet babe; in thy face

Soft desires I can trace;

Secret joys and secret smiles;

Little pretty infant wiles。



As thy softest limbs I feel

Smiles as of the morning steal

O'er thy cheek; and o'er thy breast

Where thy little heart doth rest。



O the cunning wiles that creep

In thy little heart asleep!

When thy little heart doth wake;

Then the dreadful night shall break。



William Blake '1757…1827'





LULLABY



Baloo; loo; lammy; now baloo; my dear;

Does wee lammy ken that its daddy's no here?

Ye're rocking full sweetly on mammy's warm knee;

But daddy's a…rocking upon the salt sea。



Now hushaby; lammy; now hushaby; dear;

Now hushaby; lammy; for mother is near。

The wild wind is raving; and mammy's heart's sair;

The wild wind is raving; and ye dinna care。



Sing baloo; loo; lammy; sing baloo; my dear;

Sing baloo; loo; lammy; for mother is here。

My wee bairnie's dozing; it's dozing now fine;

And O may its wakening be blither than mine!



Carolina Nairne '1763…1845'





LULLABY OF AN INFANT CHIEF



O; hush thee; my babie; thy sire was a knight;

Thy mother a lady; both lovely and bright;

The woods and the glens; from the towers which we see;

They are all belonging; dear babie; to thee。

O ho ro; i ri ri; cadul gu lo。



O; fear not the bugle; though loudly it blows;

It calls but the warders that guard thy repose;

Their bows would be bended; their blades would be red;

Ere the step of a foeman draws near to thy bed。

O ho ro; i ri ri; cadul gu lo。



O; hush thee; my babie; the time soon will come;

When thy sleep shall be broken by trumpet and drum;

Then hush thee; my darling; take rest while you may;

For strife comes with manhood; and waking with day。

O ho ro; i ri ri; cadul gu lo。



Walter Scott '1771…1832'





GOOD…NIGHT



Little baby; lay your head

On your pretty cradle…bed;

Shut your eye…peeps; now the day

And the light are gone away;

All the clothes are tucked in tight;

Little baby dear; good…night。



Yes; my darling; well I know

How the bitter wind doth blow;

And the winter's snow and rain

Patter on the window…pane:

But they cannot come in here;

To my little baby dear;



For the window shutteth fast;

Till the stormy night is past;

And the curtains warm are spread

Round about her cradle bed:

So till morning shineth bright;

Little baby dear; good…night。




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;

So; till comes the morrow's sun;

Let sleep kiss those bright eyes dry!

Lullaby! O lullaby。



Lullaby! O lullaby!

Hushed are all things far and nigh;

Flowers are closing;

Birds reposing;

All sweet things with life are done。

Sweet; till dawns the morning sun;

Sleep; then kiss those blue eyes dry。

Lullaby! O lullaby!



William Cox Bennett '1820…1895'





LULLABY

From 〃The Princess〃



Sweet and low; sweet and low;

Wind of the western sea;

Low; low; breathe and blow;

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;

Rest; rest; on mother's breast;

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;

The north…wind sings a doleful song;

Then hush again upon my breast;

All merry things are now at rest;

Save thee; my pretty love!



The kitten sleeps upon the hearth;

The crickets long have ceased their mirth;

There's nothing stirring in the house

Save one wee; hungry; nibbling mouse;

Then why so busy thou?



Nay! start not at that sparkling light;

'Tis but the moon that shines so bright

On the window…pane bedropped with rain:

There; little darling! sleep again;

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;

To buy a feather for her hat;

To buy a woolen gown。



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…1902'





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:

Sleep; Sweet; devoid of fear

Where nothing need alarm thee。



The Love which doth not sleep;

The eternal Arms surround thee:

The Shepherd of the sheep

In perfect love hath found thee。

Sleep through the holy night;

Christ…kept from snare and sorrow;

Until thou wake to light

And love and warmth to…morrow。



Christina Georgina Rossetti '1830…1894'





LULLABY

From 〃The Mistress of the Manse〃



Rockaby; lullaby; bees in the clover!

Crooning so drowsily; crying so low;

Rockaby; lullaby; dear little rover!

Down into wonderland;

Down to the under…land

Go; oh go!

Down into wonderland go!



Rockaby; lullaby; rain on the clover!

(Tears on the eyelids that waver and weep!)

Rockaby; lullaby … bending it over!

Down on the mother…world;

Down on the other world;

Sleep; oh sleep!

Down on the mother…worl

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