The Real Mother Goose by  Blanche Fisher Wright

Sleep, Baby, Sleep

Sleep, baby, sleep,

Our cottage vale is deep:

The little lamb is on the green,

With woolly fleece so soft and clean—

Sleep, baby, sleep.

Sleep, baby, sleep,

Down where the woodbines creep;

Be always like the lamb so mild,

A kind, and sweet, and gentle child.

Sleep, baby, sleep.


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