Eia popeia, schlaf' ein!
Musst dein rosiges Füsslein stecken
Unter die Decken;
Füsslein ist noch so klein;
Kann noch nicht gehen allein.
Eia popeia, schlaf' ein!
Gehen lernt mein kleiner Geselle
Wie schnelle! wie schnelle!
O Gott im Himmel mein,
Was wird seine Strasse wohl sein!
Available sung texts: (what is this?)
• E. Walter
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Confirmed with Requiem aeternam dona ei:
Gedichte von A. Fitger, Leipzig: A. G. Liebeskind, 1894.
Appears in Preces ejus non sunt dignae, page 75.
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Eia popeia, go to sleep!
You must put your rosy little foot
Under the blanket;
The dear foot is still so small;
Cannot walk by itself yet.
Eia popeia, go to sleep!
My little comrade shall learn to walk
So quickly! so quickly!
Oh, my God in Heaven,
What shall his pathway be!
Available sung text translations: ← What is this?
• E. Walter