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Noo nestle to his bosie; sleep and dream yer fill;
Till Wee Davie Daylicht comes keekin' owre the hill。
James Ferguson '18 … ?'
WILLIE WINKIE
Wee Willie Winkie rins through the town;
Upstairs and doon stairs; in his nicht…gown;
Tirlin' at the window; cryin' at the lock;
〃Are the weans in their bed? … for it's noo ten o'clock。〃
Hey; Willie Winkie! are ye comin' ben?
The cat's singin' gay thrums to the sleepin' hen;
The doug's speldered on the floor; and disna gie a cheep;
But here's a waukrife laddie; that winna fa' asleep。
Onything but sleep; ye rogue! … glowrin' like the moon;
Rattlin' in an airn jug wi' an airn spoon;
Rumblin'; tumblin' roun' about; crawin' like a cock;
Skirlin' like a kenna…what … wauknin' sleepin' folk!
Hey; Willie Winkie! the wean's in a creel!
Waumblin' aff a bodie's knee like a vera eel;
Ruggin' at the cat's lug; and ravellin' a' her thrums:
Hey; Willie Winkie! … See; there he comes!
William Miller '1810…1872'
THE SANDMAN
The rosy clouds float overhead;
The sun is going down;
And now the sandman's gentle tread
Comes stealing through the town。
〃White sand; white sand;〃 he softly cries;
And as he shakes his hand;
Straightway there lies on babies' eyes
His gift of shining sand。
Blue eyes; gray eyes; black eyes; and brown;
As shuts the rose; they softly close; when he goes through the town。
From sunny beaches far away …
Yes; in another land …
He gathers up at break of day
His stone of shining sand。
No tempests beat that shore remote;
No ships may sail that way;
His little boat alone may float
Within that lovely bay。
Blue eyes; gray eyes; black eyes; and brown;
As shuts the rose; they softly close; when he goes through the town。
He smiles to see the eyelids close
Above the happy eyes;
And every child right well he knows; …
Oh; he is very wise!
But if; as he goes through the land;
A naughty baby cries;
His other hand takes dull gray sand
To close the wakeful eyes。
Blue eyes; gray eyes; black eyes; and brown;
As shuts the rose; they softly close; when he goes through the town。
So when you hear the sandman's song
Sound through the twilight sweet;
Be sure you do not keep him long
A…waiting in the street。
Lie softly down; dear little head;
Rest quiet; busy hands;
Till; by your bed his good…night said;
He strews the shining sands。
Blue eyes; gray eyes; black eyes; and brown;
As shuts the rose; they softly close; when he goes through the town。
Margaret Thomson Janvier '1845…1913'
THE DUSTMAN
When the toys are growing weary;
And the twilight gathers in;
When the nursery still echoes
With the children's merry din;
Then unseen; unheard; unnoticed
Comes an old man up the stair;
Lightly to the children passes;
Lays his hand upon their hair。
Softly smiles the good old Dustman;
In their eyes the dust he throws;
Till their little heads are falling;
And their weary eyes must close。
Then the Dustman very gently
Takes each little dimpled hand
Leads them through the sweet green shadows;
Far away in slumberland。
Frederic Edward Weatherly '1848…1929'
SEPHESTIA'S LULLABY
From 〃Menaphon〃
Weep not; my wanton; smile upon my knee;
When thou art old there's grief enough for thee。
Mother's wag; pretty boy;
Father's sorrow; father's joy;
When thy father first did see
Such a boy by him and me;
He was glad; I was woe;
Fortune changed made him so;
When he left his pretty boy;
Last his sorrow; first his joy。
Weep not; my wanton; smile upon my knee;
When thou art old there's grief enough for thee。
Streaming tears that never stint;
Like pearl…drops from a flint;
Fell by course from his eyes;
That one another's place supplies;
Thus he grieved in every part;
Tears of blood fell from his heart;
When he left his pretty boy;
Father's sorrow; father's joy。
Weep not; my wanton; smile upon my knee;
When thou art old there's grief enough for thee。
The wanton smiled; father wept;
Mother cried; baby leapt;
More he crowed; more we cried;
Nature could not sorrow hide:
He must go; he must kiss
Child and mother; baby bliss;
For he left his pretty boy;
Father's sorrow; father's joy。
Weep not; my wanton; smile upon my knee;
When thou art old there's grief enough for thee。
Robert Greene '1560?…1592'
〃GOLDEN SLUMBERS KISS YOUR EYES〃
From 〃Patient Grissel〃
Golden slumbers kiss your eyes;
Smiles awake you when you rise。
Sleep; pretty wantons; do not cry;
And I will sing a lullaby。
Rock them; rock them; lullaby。
Care is heavy; therefore sleep you;
You are care; and care must keep you。
Sleep; pretty wantons; do not cry;
And I will sing a lullaby。
Rock them; rock them; lullaby。
Thomas Dekker '1570?…1641?'
〃SLEEP; BABY; SLEEP〃
Sleep; baby; sleep! what ails my dear;
What ails my darling thus to cry?
Be still; my child; and lend thine ear;
To hear me sing thy lullaby。
My pretty lamb; forbear to weep;
Be still; my dear; sweet baby; sleep。
Thou blessed soul; what canst thou fear?
What thing to thee can mischief do?
Thy God is now thy father dear;
His holy Spouse thy mother too。
Sweet baby; then forbear to weep;
Be still; my babe; sweet baby; sleep。
Though thy conception was in sin;
A sacred bathing thou hast had;
And though thy birth unclean hath been;
A blameless babe thou art now made。
Sweet baby; then forbear to weep;
Be still; my babe; sweet baby; sleep。
While thus thy lullaby I sing;
For thee great blessings ripening be;
Thine Eldest Brother is a king;
And hath a kingdom bought for thee。
Sweet baby; then forbear to weep;
Be still; my babe; sweet baby; sleep。
Sweet baby; sleep; and nothing fear;
For whosoever thee offends
By thy protector threatened are;
And God and angels are thy friends。
Sweet baby; then forbear to weep;
Be still; my babe; sweet baby; sleep。
When God with us was dwelling here;
In little babes He took delight;
Such innocents as thou; my dear;
Are ever precious in His sight。
Sweet baby; then forbear to weep;
Be still; my babe; sweet baby; sleep。
A little infant once was He;
And strength in weakness then was laid
Upon His Virgin Mother's knee;
That power to thee might be conveyed。
Sweet baby; then forbear to weep;
Be still; my babe; sweet baby; sleep。
In this thy frailty and thy need
He friends and helpers doth prepare;
Which thee shall cherish; clothe; and feed;
For of thy weal they tender are。
Sweet baby; then forbear to weep;
Be still; my babe; sweet baby; sleep。
The King of Kings when He was born;
Had not so much for outward ease;
By Him such dressings were not worn;
Nor such like swaddling…clothes as these。
Sweet baby; then forbear to weep;
Be still; my babe; sweet baby sleep。
Within a manger lodged thy Lord;
Where oxen lay and a