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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HUSH RHYME, by ANONYMOUS First Line: "hush thee, my baby" Last Line: And water she'll fetch from the river | |||
Hush thee, my baby. Thy mother's o'er the mountains gone, There she will dig the little garden-patch, And water she'll fetch from the river. Ah! hush thee, my baby, Thy mother's o'er the mountains gone, There she will dig the little garden-patch, And wood she will bring from the forest. Hush thee, my baby! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |
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