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THE INSURGENT
Once dear, twice dear,
Thrice dear, fall asleep!
Was ever such a babie boy
For gleaming like a spark,
And showing me a rosebud
By a fairy of a pout
In between the dusk and dark?
Let playfulness go out,
And sleepiness come in,
Dearikin.
Thrice dear, fall asleep!
Was ever such a babie boy
For gleaming like a spark,
And showing me a rosebud
By a fairy of a pout
In between the dusk and dark?
Let playfulness go out,
And sleepiness come in,
Dearikin.
Once dear, twice dear,
Thrice dear, fall asleep!
Was ever such a babie boy
For kicking like a foal,
And underneath the pillows
Fiercely burrowing about
Like a busybody mole?
Let playfulness go out,
And sleepiness come in,
Dearikin!
Thrice dear, fall asleep!
Was ever such a babie boy
For kicking like a foal,
And underneath the pillows
Fiercely burrowing about
Like a busybody mole?
Let playfulness go out,
And sleepiness come in,
Dearikin!
Once dear, twice dear,
Thrice dear, fall asleep!
Was ever such a babie boy
For keeping wide awake,
And worrying his mother
Into feverings and doubt
For his more than golden sake?
Let playfulness go out,
And sleepiness come in,
Dearikin!
Thrice dear, fall asleep!
Was ever such a babie boy
For keeping wide awake,
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Into feverings and doubt
For his more than golden sake?
Let playfulness go out,
And sleepiness come in,
Dearikin!
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