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The Rock-a-by Lady
The Rock-a-by Lady from Hush-a-by 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 pop guns 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 Hush-a By Street,
With poppies that hang from her head to her feet,
Comes stealing, comes creeping.
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