Fall asleep, pretty one, warm on my shoulder:
I must tramp on through the winter night dreary,
While the snow falls on me colder and colder.

You are my one, and I have not another;

Sleep soft, my darling, my trouble and treasure; Sleep warm and soft in the arms of your mother, Dreaming of pretty things, dreaming of pleasure.

heaven

life

On

earth Anaderas

Growing in the vale

By the uplands hilly, Growing straight and frail, Lady Daffadowndilly.

In a golden crown,

And a scant green gown

While the spring blows chilly, Lady Daffadown,

Sweet Daffadowndilly.

But let the trees burst out in leaf, And nests be on the bough,

Which linnet is the luckier bird,

Oh who could doubt it now?

My baby has a mottled fist,

My baby has a neck in creases;

My baby kisses and is kissed,

For he's the very thing for kisses.

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