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Steek yer een, my wee tot, ye'll see Daddy
He's in below the bed claes, to cuddle ye
he's fain; Noo nestle to his bosie, sleep and dream yer
fill, Till Wee Davie Daylicht comes keekin' owre the hill.
(From “Prince Lucifer”)
WHITE little hands!
Pink little feet!
Sweet, sweet, sweet!
The unknown? the unseen?
The joys that have been?
Cling to me closer,
Closer and closer,
Thy hunger is freeing,
Little fingers that feel
For their home on my breast,
For their nurture, their rest!
Nay, stifle thy cries,
WEEP not, my wanton, smile upon my knee;
Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee;
Fell by course from his eyes,
Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my
knee; When thou art old there's grief enough for
Father's sorrow, father's joy.
SLEEP, sleep, beauty bright,
Sweet babe, in thy face
As thy softest limbs I feel
O the cunning wiles that creep
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
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