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Sleep, my darling; mother will sing / Soft low songs to her little king, / Nobody else must listen or hear / The pretty secrets I tell my dear.
Sleep, my darling, sleep while you may -- / Sorrow dawns with the dawning day, / Sleep, my baby, sleep, my dear, / Soon enough will the day be here.
Lie here quiet on mother's arm, / Safe from harm; / Nestled closely to mother's breast, / Sleep and rest!
Mother feels your breath's soft stir / Close to her; / Mother holds you, clasps you tight, / All the night.
When the little Jesus lay / On the manger's hay, / He was a Baby, if tales tell true, / Just like you.
And He had no crown to wear / But His bright hair; / And such kisses as I give you / He had too.
Mary never loved her Son / More than I love my little one; / And her Baby never smiled / More divinely than my little child.
Sleep, my darling, sleep while you may -- / Sorrow dawns with the dawning day; / Sleep, my little one, sleep, my dear, / All too soon will the day be here.