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Elizabeth Prentiss

Cradle Song

Sleep, baby, sleep!

Thy father's watching the sheep,

Thy mother's shaking the dreamland tree,

And down drops a little dream for thee.

Sleep, baby, sleep.


Sleep, baby, sleep!

The large stars are the sheep;

The little stars are the lambs, I guess,

The bright moon is the shepherdess.

Sleep, baby, sleep.