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A sunbeam comes a-creeping / Into my dear one's nest, / And sings to our babe a-sleeping / The song that I love the best: / "T is little Luddy-Dud in the morning -- / 'T is little Luddy-Dud at night; / And all day long / 'T is the same sweet song / Of that waddling, toddling, coddling little mite, / Luddy-Dud."
The bird to the tossing clover, / The bee to the swaying bud, / Keep singing that sweet song over / Of wee little Luddy-Dud. / "T is little Luddy-Dud in the morning -- / 'T is little Luddy-Dud at night; / And all day long / 'T is the same dear song / Of that growing, crowing, knowing little sprite, / Luddy-Dud."
Luddy-Dud's cradle is swinging / Where softly the night winds blow, / And Luddy-Dud's mother is singing / A song that is sweet and low: / "T is little Luddy-Dud in the morning -- / 'T is little Luddy-Dud at night; / And all day long / 'T is the same sweet song / Of my nearest and my dearest heart's delight, / Luddy-Dud! "