WAN from the wild and woful West -- Sleep, little babe, sleep on! Mother will sing to -- you know the rest -- Sleep, little babe, sleep on! Softly the sand steals slowly by, Cursed be the curlew's chittering cry; By-a-by, oh, by-a-by! Sleep, little babe, sleep on! Rosy and sweet come the hush of night -- Sleep, little babe, sleep on! (Twig to the lilt, I have got it all right) Sleep, little babe, sleep on! Dark are the dark and darkling days Winding the webbed and winsome ways, Homeward she creeps in dim amaze -- Sleep, little babe, sleep on! (But it waked up, drat it!) |