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The Farm Child's Lullaby

Oh, the little bird is rocking in the cradle of the wind,

And it's bye, my little wee one, bye;

The harvest all is gathered and the pippins all are binned;

Bye, my little wee one, bye;

The little rabbit's hiding in the golden shock of corn,

The thrifty squirrel's laughing bunny's idleness to scorn;

You are smiling with the angels in your slumber, smile till morn;

So it's bye, my little wee one, bye.

There'll be plenty in the cellar, there'll be plenty on the shelf;

Bye, my little wee one, bye;

There'll be goodly store of sweetings for a dainty little elf;

Bye, my little wee one, bye.

The snow may be a-flying o'er the meadow and the hill,

The ice has checked the chatter of the little laughing rill,

But in your cosey cradle you are warm and happy still;

So bye, my little wee one, bye.

Why, the Bob White thinks the snowflake is a brother to his song;

Bye, my little wee one, bye;

And the chimney sings the sweeter when the wind is blowing strong;

Bye, my little wee one, bye;

The granary's overflowing, full is cellar, crib, and bin,

The wood has paid its tribute and the ax has ceased its din;

The winter may not harm you when you're sheltered safe within;

So bye, my little wee one, bye.