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SWEDISH MOTHER'S LULLABY
THERE sitteth a dove, so fair and white,
All on a lily spray;
The little children pray.
Lightly she spreads her friendly wings,
And to heaven's gate hath sped,
The prayers the children have said.
And back she comes from heaven's gate,
And brings — that dove so mild -
THE ROAD TO SLUMBER-LAND
WHAT is the road to slumber-land and when
does the baby go ? The road lies straight through mother's arms
when the sun is sinking low.
He goes by the drowsy land of nod to the
music of lullaby, When all wee lambs are safe in the fold,
under the evening sky.
A soft little nightgown clean and white; a
face washed sweet and fair; A mother brushing the tangles out of the
silken, golden hair.
Two little tired, satiny feet, from shoe and
stocking free; Two little palms together clasped at the
mother's patient knee.
Some baby words that are drowsily lisped to
the tender Shepherd's ear; And a kiss that only a mother can place on
the brow of her baby dear.
A little round head that nestles at last close
to the mother's breast, And then the lullaby soft and low, singing
the song of rest.
And closer and closer the blue-veined lids
are hiding the baby eyes, As over the road to slumber-land the dear
little traveler hies.
For this is the way, through mother's arms,
all little babies go To the beautiful city of slumber-land when the sun is sinking low.
Mary Dow Brine
WYNKEN, BLYNKEN, AND NOD
WYNKEN, Blynken, and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe, Sailed on a river of crystal light
Into a sea of dew. “Where are you going, and what do you
wish?” The old moon asked the three. “We have come to fish for the herring fish
That live in this beautiful sea ;
The old moon laughed and sang a song,
As they rocked in the wooden shoe; And the wind that sped them all night
long Ruffled the waves of dew. The little stars were the herring fish
That lived in that beautiful sea
Never afeard are we!”
All night long their nets they threw
To the stars in the twinkling foam, Then down from the skies came the wooden
shoe, Bringing the fishermen home: 'Twas all so pretty a sail, it seemed
As if it could not be ; And some folk thought 't was a dream they'd
dreamed Of sailing that beautiful sea ; But I shall name you
the fishermen three :
Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,
And Nod is a little head
Is a wee one's trundle-bed ;
Of wonderful sights that be,
rock in the misty sea Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen
AULD DADDY DARKNESS
AULD Daddy Darkness creeps frae his hole,
See him in the corners hidin' frae the licht,
Awa' to hide the birdie within its cosy nest,
He comes when we're weary to wean's frae
oor waes, He comes when the bairnies are getting off
their claes ; To cover them sae cosy, an' bring bonnie
dreams, So Auld Daddy Darkness is better than he