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Paul Laurence Dunbar - The Farm Child`s Lullaby
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OH, the little bird is rocking in the cradle of the wind,
And it`s bye, my little wee one, bye;
The harvest all is gathered and the pippins all are binned;
Bye, my little wee one, bye;
The little rabbit`s hiding in the golden shock of Corn,
The thrifty squirrel`s laughing bunny`s idleness to scorn;
You are smilng with the angels in your slumber, smile till morn;
So it`s bye, my little wee one, bye.
There`ll be plenty in the cellar, there`ll be plenty on the shelf;
Bye, my little wee one, bye;
There`ll be goodly store of sweetings for a dainty little elf;
Bye, my little wee one, bye.
The snow may be a-flying o`er the meadow and the hill,
The ice has checked the chatter of the little laughing rill,
But in your cosey cradle you are warm and happy still;
So bye, my little wee one, bye.
Why, the Bob White thinks the snowflake is a brother to his song;
Bye, my little wee one, bye;
And the chimney sings the sweeter when the wind is blowing strong;
Bye, my little wee one, bye;
The granary`s overflowing, full is cellar, crib, and bin,
The wood has paid its tribute and the ax has ceased its din;
The winter may not harm you when you`re sheltered safe within;
So bye, my little wee one, bye.
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