SWEET slumber now creeps o’er thee slow, Sweet breezes rock thee to and fro: My baby sleeps, so soft and low With sweetest songs I'll sing oror. 1
Baby
O Mother dear, thou art unkind My sleepless eyes so long to bind. 2 Anon I'll rest, and sleep resigned;-- Release me now, sing not oror.
Mother
Why dost thou shed those tears that flow Down thy sad cheeks with pearly glow ' Thou’lt break thy heart with sobbing so,-- Whom wilt thou have to sing oror?
Baby
At least my hands and feet unbind-- My tender limbs are all confined; That gentle sleep my eyes may find, Then tie me in, and sing oror.