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Eugene Field - Old English LullabyEugene Field - Old English Lullaby
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Hush, bonnie, dinna greit; Moder will rocke her sweete,—    Balow, my boy! When that his toile ben done, Daddie will come anone,— Hush thee, my lyttel one;    Balow, my boy! Gin thou dost sleepe, perchaunce Fayries will come to daunce,—    Balow, my boy! Oft hath thy moder seene Moonlight and mirkland queene Daunce on thy slumbering een,—    Balow, my boy! Then droned a bomblebee Saftly this songe to thee:    "Balow, my boy!" And a wee heather bell, Pluckt from a fayry dell, Chimed thee this rune hersell:    "Balow, my boy!" Soe, bonnie, dinna greit; Moder doth rock her sweete,—    Balow, my boy! Give mee thy lyttel hand, Moder will hold it and Lead thee to balow land,—    Balow, my boy!
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