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THE WIDOW by ANONYMOUS

First Line: "SWEET, MY CHILD, IN SLUMBER LIE"
Last Line: "SLEEP, MY CHILD, AND LULLABY"
Sweet, my child, in slumber lie,
Father's dead, is dead and gone.
Sleep then, sleep, my little son,
Sleep, my son, and lullaby.

Thou for kisses dost not cry,
Which thy cheeks he heaped upon.
Sleep then, sleep, my pretty one,
Sleep, my child, and lullaby.

We are lonely, thou and I,
And with grief and fear I faint.
Sleep, then, sleep, my little saint,
Sleep, my child, and lullaby.

Why dost weep? No father night.
Ah, my God! tears break his rest.
Darling, nestle to my breast,
Sleep, my child, and lullaby.



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