Lullaby.
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Lulla—lulla—bye—oh!
Mother still is nigh oh!
Mother's song is just a prayer to Heaven's high gate addressed.
Lulla—lulla—bye—oh!
May God hear her cry oh!
And keep the little soul for ever innocent and blest.
Mother still is nigh oh!
Mother's song is just a prayer to Heaven's high gate addressed.
Lulla—lulla—bye—oh!
May God hear her cry oh!
And keep the little soul for ever innocent and blest.
The Fairies' Cave.
Lane Cove River, New South Wales.
The little waves have dropped to sleep,
There is no wind to wake them,
The sands are buried far and deep
In tides that will forsake them,
And thro' long, limpid seas of light
The star-eyes glimmer, large and bright.
There is no wind to wake them,
The sands are buried far and deep
In tides that will forsake them,
And thro' long, limpid seas of light
The star-eyes glimmer, large and bright.
Across the emerald floors of moss
That cling about the ledges,
And with their velvet touch emboss
The rock's wave-fretted edges,
That cling about the ledges,
And with their velvet touch emboss
The rock's wave-fretted edges,
