Sleep, child, and may thy cradle be A ship upon a halcyon sea, Gliding with silver sail unfurled Beyond the turmoil of the world. Sing tenderly, tenderly, Lullaby, lullaby. Oh! drift into ssome drowsy bay, Where only quiet dreams hold sway, Where healing herbs no pain allow, Where golden birds on bended bough Sing soothingly, soothingly, Lullaby, lullaby. Then wake, my babe, and step ashore Into thy mother's arms once morel And my life's journeys ever end Upon the bosom of a friend. Sing tenderly, tenderly, Lullaby, lullaby.
- by Harold Boulton, Sir (1859 - 1935) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
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