THE GIPSY'S LULLABY.Sleep, baby, sleep!Though thy fond mother's breast,Where thy young head reclines,Is a stranger to rest;And oh! may soft slumberDescend on thine e'e,That the sorrow she feelsMay be shared not by thee.Sleep, baby, sleep!Thy father has goneOn his perilous track,And thy mother will weep,Till he safely comes back;But rest thee in peace,With soft sleep in thine e'e,Though the tear is in her'sThat is shared not by thee.Sleep, baby, sleep!
Sleep, baby, sleep!Though thy fond mother's breast,Where thy young head reclines,Is a stranger to rest;And oh! may soft slumberDescend on thine e'e,That the sorrow she feelsMay be shared not by thee.Sleep, baby, sleep!Thy father has goneOn his perilous track,And thy mother will weep,Till he safely comes back;But rest thee in peace,With soft sleep in thine e'e,Though the tear is in her'sThat is shared not by thee.Sleep, baby, sleep!
Sleep, baby, sleep!Though thy fond mother's breast,Where thy young head reclines,Is a stranger to rest;And oh! may soft slumberDescend on thine e'e,That the sorrow she feelsMay be shared not by thee.Sleep, baby, sleep!Thy father has goneOn his perilous track,And thy mother will weep,Till he safely comes back;But rest thee in peace,With soft sleep in thine e'e,Though the tear is in her'sThat is shared not by thee.Sleep, baby, sleep!
Sleep, baby, sleep!Though thy fond mother's breast,Where thy young head reclines,Is a stranger to rest;And oh! may soft slumberDescend on thine e'e,That the sorrow she feelsMay be shared not by thee.Sleep, baby, sleep!
Sleep, baby, sleep!
Though thy fond mother's breast,
Where thy young head reclines,
Is a stranger to rest;
And oh! may soft slumber
Descend on thine e'e,
That the sorrow she feels
May be shared not by thee.
Sleep, baby, sleep!
Thy father has goneOn his perilous track,And thy mother will weep,Till he safely comes back;But rest thee in peace,With soft sleep in thine e'e,Though the tear is in her'sThat is shared not by thee.Sleep, baby, sleep!
Thy father has gone
On his perilous track,
And thy mother will weep,
Till he safely comes back;
But rest thee in peace,
With soft sleep in thine e'e,
Though the tear is in her's
That is shared not by thee.
Sleep, baby, sleep!