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Sweet baby； then forbear to weep；
Be still； my babe； sweet baby sleep。
Within a manger lodged thy Lord；
Where oxen lay and asses fed：
Warm rooms we do to thee afford；
An easy cradle for a bed。
Sweet baby； then forbear to weep；
Be still； my babe； sweet baby； sleep。
The wants that He did then sustain
Have purchased wealth； my babe； for thee；
And by His torments and His pain
Thy rest and ease secured be。
My baby； then forbear to weep；
Be still； my babe； sweet baby； sleep。
Thou hast； yet more； to perfect this
A promise and an earnest got
Of gaining everlasting bliss；
Though thou； my babe； perceiv'st it not。
Sweet baby； then forbear to weep；
Be still； my babe； sweet baby； sleep。
George Wither ＇1588…1667＇
MOTHER'S SONG
My heart is like a fountain true
That flows and flows with love to you。
As chirps the lark unto the tree
So chirps my pretty babe to me。
And it's O！ sweet； sweet！ and a lullaby。
There's not a rose where'er I seek；
As comely as my baby's cheek。
There's not a comb of honey…bee；
So full of sweets as babe to me。
And it's O！ sweet； sweet！ and a lullaby。
There's not a star that shines on high；
Is brighter than my baby's eye。
There's not a boat upon the sea；
Can dance as baby does to me。
And it's O！ sweet； sweet！ and a lullaby。
No silk was ever spun so fine
As is the hair of baby mine。
My baby smells more sweet to me
Than smells in spring the elder tree。
And it's O！ sweet； sweet！ and a lullaby。
A little fish swims in the well；
So in my heart does baby dwell。
A little flower blows on the tree；
My baby is the flower to me。
And it's O！ sweet； sweet！ and a lullaby。
The Queen has sceptre； crown and ball；
You are my sceptre； crown and all。
For all her robes of royal silk；
More fair your skin； as white as milk。
And it's O！ sweet； sweet！ and a lullaby。
Ten thousand parks where deer do run；
Ten thousand roses in the sun；
Ten thousand pearls beneath the sea；
My babe more precious is to me。
And it's O！ sweet； sweet！ and a lullaby。
Unknown
A LULLABY
Upon my lap my sovereign sits
And sucks upon my breast；
Meanwhile his love sustains my life
And gives my body rest。
Sing lullaby； my little boy；
Sing lullaby； mine only joy！
When thou hast taken thy repast；
Repose； my babe； on me；
So may thy mother and thy nurse
Thy cradle also be。
Sing lullaby； my little boy；
Sing lullaby； mine only joy！
I grieve that duty doth not work
All that my wishing would；
Because I would not be to thee
But in the best I should。
Sing lullaby； my little boy；
Sing lullaby； mine only joy！
Yet as I am； and as I may；
I must and will be thine；
Though all too little for thy self
Vouchsafing to be mine。
Sing lullaby； my little boy；
Sing lullaby； mine only joy！
Richard Rowlands ＇fl。 1565…1620＇
A CRADLE HYMN
Hush！ my dear； lie still and slumber；
Holy angels guard thy bed！
Heavenly blessings without number
Gently falling on thy head。
Sleep； my babe； thy food and raiment；
House and home； thy friends provide；
All without thy care or payment：
All thy wants are well supplied。
How much better thou'rt attended
Than the Son of God could be；
When from heaven He descended
And became a child like thee！
Soft and easy is thy cradle：
Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay；
When His birthplace was a stable
And His softest bed was hay。
Blessed babe！ what glorious features …
Spotless fair； divinely bright！
Must He dwell with brutal creatures？
How could angels bear the sight？
Was there nothing but a manger
Cursed sinners could afford
To receive the heavenly stranger？
Did they thus affront their Lord？
Soft； my child： I did not chide thee；
Though my song might sound too hard；
'Tis thy mother sits beside thee；
And her arms shall be thy guard。
Yet to read the shameful story
How the Jews abused their King；
How they served the Lord of Glory；
Makes me angry while I sing。
See the kinder shepherds round Him；
Telling wonders from the sky！
Where they sought Him； there they found Him；
With His Virgin mother by。
See the lovely babe a…dressing；
Lovely infant； how He smiled！
When He wept； the mother's blessing
Soothed and hushed the holy child。
Lo； He slumbers in His manger；
Where the horned oxen fed；
Peace； my darling； here's no danger；
Here's no ox anear thy bed。
'Twas to save thee； child； from dying；
Save my dear from burning flame；
Bitter groans and endless crying；
That thy blest Redeemer came。
May'st thou live to know and fear Him；
Trust and love Him all thy days；
Then go dwell forever near Him；
See His face； and sing His praise！
Isaac Watts ＇1674…1748＇
CRADLE SONG
Sleep； sleep； beauty bright；
Dreaming in the joys of night；
Sleep； sleep； in thy sleep
Little sorrows sit and weep。
Sweet babe； in thy face
Soft desires I can trace；
Secret joys and secret smiles；
Little pretty infant wiles。
As thy softest limbs I feel
Smiles as of the morning steal
O'er thy cheek； and o'er thy breast
Where thy little heart doth rest。
O the cunning wiles that creep
In thy little heart asleep！
When thy little heart doth wake；
Then the dreadful night shall break。
William Blake ＇1757…1827＇
LULLABY
Baloo； loo； lammy； now baloo； my dear；
Does wee lammy ken that its daddy's no here？
Ye're rocking full sweetly on mammy's warm knee；
But daddy's a…rocking upon the salt sea。
Now hushaby； lammy； now hushaby； dear；
Now hushaby； lammy； for mother is near。
The wild wind is raving； and mammy's heart's sair；
The wild wind is raving； and ye dinna care。
Sing baloo； loo； lammy； sing baloo； my dear；
Sing baloo； loo； lammy； for mother is here。
My wee bairnie's dozing； it's dozing now fine；
And O may its wakening be blither than mine！
Carolina Nairne ＇1763…1845＇
LULLABY OF AN INFANT CHIEF
O； hush thee； my babie； thy sire was a knight；
Thy mother a lady； both lovely and bright；
The woods and the glens； from the towers which we see；
They are all belonging； dear babie； to thee。
O ho ro； i ri ri； cadul gu lo。
O； fear not the bugle； though loudly it blows；
It calls but the warders that guard thy repose；
Their bows would be bended； their blades would be red；
Ere the step of a foeman draws near to thy bed。
O ho ro； i ri ri； cadul gu lo。
O； hush thee； my babie； the time soon will come；
When thy sleep shall be broken by trumpet and drum；
Then hush thee； my darling； take rest while you may；
For strife comes with manhood； and waking with day。
O ho ro； i ri ri； cadul gu lo。
Walter Scott ＇1771…1832＇
GOOD…NIGHT
Little baby； lay your head
On your pretty cradle…bed；
Shut your eye…peeps； now the day
And the light are gone away；
All the clothes are tucked in tight；
Little bab