GOOD NIGHT!

GOOD NIGHT!

Little baby, lay your headOn your pretty cradle-bed;Shut your eye-peeps, now the dayAnd the light are gone away;All the clothes are tucked in tight;Little baby dear, good night.Yes, my darling, well I knowHow the bitter wind doth blow;And the winter’s snow and rainPatter on the window-pane:But they cannot come in here,To my little baby dear.For the window shutteth fast,Till the stormy night is past;And the curtains warm are spreadRound about her cradle-bed:So till morning shineth brightLittle baby dear, good night!

Little baby, lay your headOn your pretty cradle-bed;Shut your eye-peeps, now the dayAnd the light are gone away;All the clothes are tucked in tight;Little baby dear, good night.Yes, my darling, well I knowHow the bitter wind doth blow;And the winter’s snow and rainPatter on the window-pane:But they cannot come in here,To my little baby dear.For the window shutteth fast,Till the stormy night is past;And the curtains warm are spreadRound about her cradle-bed:So till morning shineth brightLittle baby dear, good night!

Little baby, lay your headOn your pretty cradle-bed;Shut your eye-peeps, now the dayAnd the light are gone away;All the clothes are tucked in tight;Little baby dear, good night.

Little baby, lay your head

On your pretty cradle-bed;

Shut your eye-peeps, now the day

And the light are gone away;

All the clothes are tucked in tight;

Little baby dear, good night.

Yes, my darling, well I knowHow the bitter wind doth blow;And the winter’s snow and rainPatter on the window-pane:But they cannot come in here,To my little baby dear.

Yes, my darling, well I know

How the bitter wind doth blow;

And the winter’s snow and rain

Patter on the window-pane:

But they cannot come in here,

To my little baby dear.

For the window shutteth fast,Till the stormy night is past;And the curtains warm are spreadRound about her cradle-bed:So till morning shineth brightLittle baby dear, good night!

For the window shutteth fast,

Till the stormy night is past;

And the curtains warm are spread

Round about her cradle-bed:

So till morning shineth bright

Little baby dear, good night!

Ann and Jane Taylor.


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