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HUNGARIAN FOLK LULLABY, by                    
First Line: "hush, my darling, hush, my darling"
Last Line: Happy may thy lot be then!

Hush, my darling; hush, my darling;
Hark, thy mother sings a lay;
She, who bore thee; she, who clasps thee,
Her only joy, that takes her many griefs away!
Soon thou wilt grow and leave thy mother's roof;
Soon thou to manhood wilt attain.
Happy may thy lot be then!
Happy may thy lot be then!

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