There, go to sleep, Dolly, in your own mother's lap; I've put on your night-gown and neat little cap; So sleep, pretty baby, and shut up your eye, Bye bye, little Dolly, lie still and bye bye. I'll lay my clean handkerchief over your head, And then make believe that my lap is your bed; So hush, little dear, and be sure you don't cry, Bye bye, little Dolly, lie still, and bye bye. There, now it is morning and time to get up, And I'll crumb you a mess in my own china cup, So wale, little baby, and open your eye, For I think it's high time to have done with bye bye. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RESURRECTION by JONATHAN HENDERSON BROOKS A LITTLE DUTCH GARDEN by HARRIET WHITNEY DURBIN GASCOIGNE'S WOODMANSHIP by GEORGE GASCOIGNE THE ROMAN ROAD by THOMAS HARDY DOLORES by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE |