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HOTTENTOT CRADLE-SONG, by            
First Line: Why dost thou weep, my child
Last Line: Sleep and rest, sleep and rest.


Why dost thou weep, my child?
Wherefore dost thou weep?
Hush, darling, calm thee,
And sleep, my child, and sleep.

The sky is bright, the sun is shining,
All the silver rivers sing;
Amid the trees the flow's are twining,
Gay green birds are on the wing.
Hush, sleep and rest on mother's breast;
Sleep and rest, sleep and rest.

Thy father to his heart will press thee,
Bring thee shells from younder shore;
Oh, let him kiss, let him caress thee,
Laugh and dance, and grieve no more.
Hush, sleep and rest on mother's breast;
Sleep and rest, sleep and rest.





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