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EAST INDIAN HUSH RHYME by ANONYMOUS

First Line: "SLEEP MAKE, BABY"
Last Line: FROM CABUL THE MOGUL WOMAN COMES / TO MAKE MY MASTER SLEEP
Sleep make, baby,
Sleep make;
Sleep, little baby,
Sleep, oh! oh!
Golden is thy bed,
Of silk are thy curtains,
From Cabul the Mogul woman comes
To make my master sleep.



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