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Slipping softly through the sky / Little horned, happy moon, / Can you hear me up so high? / Will you come down soon?
On my nursery window-sill / Will you stay your steady flight? / And then float away with me / Through the summer night?
Brushing over tops of trees, / Playing hide and seek with stars, / Peeping up through shiny clouds / At Jupiter or Mars.
I shall fill my lap with roses / Gathered in the milky way, / All to carry home to mother.
Oh! what will she say!
Little rocking, sailing moon, / Do you hear me shout -- Ahoy! / Just a little nearer, moon, / To please a little boy.