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THE LITTLE SISTER LEFT IN CHARGE.
Sleep, little Brother, you must not awaken,
Till mother comes back to her baby again:
Weary, and long is the way she has taken,
Over the common, and through the green glen.
Up the steep hill, by the path that is nearest,
Thinking of you, as she hurries along,
Sleep then, and dream that she's watching you, dearest,
Rocking your cradle, and singing her song.
Till mother comes back to her baby again:
Weary, and long is the way she has taken,
Over the common, and through the green glen.
Up the steep hill, by the path that is nearest,
Thinking of you, as she hurries along,
Sleep then, and dream that she's watching you, dearest,
Rocking your cradle, and singing her song.
5
In the still room there's no sound to disquiet,
Only the clock ticking even, and low,
Only the bird in his cage hanging by it,
Chirping a note as he hops to and fro.
Out in the sunlight the woodbine is stirring,
Filling the air with its fragrance so sweet,
On the low window seat, pussey sits purring,
Washing her face with her little white feet.
Only the clock ticking even, and low,
Only the bird in his cage hanging by it,
Chirping a note as he hops to and fro.
Out in the sunlight the woodbine is stirring,
Filling the air with its fragrance so sweet,
On the low window seat, pussey sits purring,
Washing her face with her little white feet.
Far down the lane merry voices are ringing,
Comrades have beckoned me out to their play.
Why did you start? it is I, that am singing:
Why did you frown? I'm not going away.
Could I forsake you for play, or for pleasure,
Lying alone in your helplessness here?
How could I leave you, my own little treasure,
No one to rock you, and no one to cheer?
Comrades have beckoned me out to their play.
Why did you start? it is I, that am singing:
Why did you frown? I'm not going away.
Could I forsake you for play, or for pleasure,
Lying alone in your helplessness here?
How could I leave you, my own little treasure,
No one to rock you, and no one to cheer?
In the room corners I watch the dark shadows,
Deepening, and lengthening, as evening comes on:
Soon will the mowers return from the meadows;
Far to the westward the red sun is gone.
By the green hedge-row, I see her now coming,
Where the last sunbeam is just on her track.
Still I sit by you, love, drowsily humming,
Sleep, little baby, till mother comes back.
Deepening, and lengthening, as evening comes on:
Soon will the mowers return from the meadows;
Far to the westward the red sun is gone.
By the green hedge-row, I see her now coming,
Where the last sunbeam is just on her track.
Still I sit by you, love, drowsily humming,
Sleep, little baby, till mother comes back.
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