Sleep, my baby, sleep, my boy; Rest your little weary head; 'Tis your mother rocks her baby In his little cradle bed. Lullaby, sweet lullaby! All the little birds are sleeping, Every one has gone to rest, And my precious one is resting In his pretty cradle nest. Lullaby, sweet lullaby! Sleep, O, sleep, my darling boy; Wake to-morrow fresh and strong; 'Tis your mother sits beside you, Singing you a cradle song. Lullaby, sweet lullaby! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SURFACES AND MASKS; 1 by CLARENCE MAJOR THE FLAG GOES BY by HENRY HOLCOMB BENNETT THE TRIUMPHS OF OWEN: A FRAGMENT by THOMAS GRAY THE METAMORPHOSIS OF THE WALNUT-TREE OF BOARSTELL: CANTO 2 by WILLIAM BASSE ONCE WE PLAYED by MATHILDE BLIND TENNESSEE; PRIZE CENTENNIAL ODE (1896) by VIRGINIA FRAZER BOYLE IN DEATH by MARY EMILY NEELEY BRADLEY WRITTEN ON A BLANK LEAF OF HANNAH MORE'S WORKS by ROBERT BURNS |