Lollyby, Lolly, Lollyby

Lollyby, Lolly, Lollyby by Eugene Field

Last night, whiles that the curfew bell ben ringing,
I heard a moder to her dearie singing
            "Lollyby, lolly, lollyby";
And presently that chylde did cease hys weeping,
And on his moder's breast did fall a-sleeping
            To "lolly, lolly, lollyby."

Faire ben the chylde unto his moder clinging,
But fairer yet the moder's gentle singing---
            "Lollyby, lolly, lollyby";
And angels came and kisst the dearie smiling
In dreems while him hys moder ben beguiling
            With "lolly, lolly, lollyby."

Then to my harte saies I: "Oh, that thy beating
Colde be assuaged by some sweete voice repeating
            'Lollyby, lolly, lollyby';
That like this lyttel chylde I, too, ben sleeping
With plaisaunt phantasies about me creeping,
            To 'lolly, lolly, lollyby'!"

Some time---mayhap when curfew bells are ringing---
A weary harte shall heare straunge voices singing
            "Lollyby, lolly, lollyby";
Some time, mayhap, with Chryst's love round me streaming,
I shall be lulled into eternal dreeming,
            With "lolly, lolly, lollyby."

This work published before January 1, 1923 is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.