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O! Sleep.
O sleep, my little baby; thou
Wilt wake thy father with thy cries;
And he into the pit must go,
Before the sun begins to rise.
Wilt wake thy father with thy cries;
And he into the pit must go,
Before the sun begins to rise.
He'll toil for thee the whole day long,
And when the weary work is o'er,
He'll whistle thee a merry song,
And drive the bogies from the door.
And when the weary work is o'er,
He'll whistle thee a merry song,
And drive the bogies from the door.
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