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The Rock-a-By Lady from Hushaby street / Comes stealing; comes creeping; / The poppies they hang from her head to her feet, / And each hath a dream that is tiny and fleet -- / She bringeth her poppies to you, my sweet, / When she findeth you sleeping!
There is one little dream of a beautiful drum -- / "Rub-a-dub! " it goeth; / There is one little dream of a big sugar-plum, / And lo! thick and fast the other dreams come / Of popguns that bang, and tin tops that hum, / And a trumpet that bloweth!
And dollies peep out of those wee little dreams / With laughter and singing; / And boats go a-floating on silvery streams, / And the stars peek-a-boo with their own misty gleams, / And up, up, and up, where the Mother Moon beams, / The fairies go winging!
Would you dream all these dreams that are tiny and fleet? / They'll come to you sleeping; / So shut the two eyes that are weary, my sweet, / For the Rock-a-By Lady from Hushaby street, / With poppies that hang from her head to her feet, / Comes stealing; comes creeping.