The Poetical Works of Jonathan E. Hoag/A Nursery Rhyme
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A Nursery Rhyme
O that little trundle bed,
That mother drew from 'neath her own,
That dear little trundle bed!
That mother drew from 'neath her own,
That dear little trundle bed!
Four little legs all painted red;
Four little wooden wheels that squeaked,
'Neath that little trundle bed!
Four little wooden wheels that squeaked,
'Neath that little trundle bed!
Weary feet and aching head;
And mother bending o'er her own,
In that little trundle bed!
And mother bending o'er her own,
In that little trundle bed!
Downy pillows, sheets o'erspread;
And mother breathes a silent prayer,
O'er that little trundle bed.
And mother breathes a silent prayer,
O'er that little trundle bed.
Refrain
Sleep, my little babies, sleep;
Mother will her vigil keep.
My darlings, ne'er fear, whilst mother is near;
Sleep, my little darlings, sleep!
Mother will her vigil keep.
My darlings, ne'er fear, whilst mother is near;
Sleep, my little darlings, sleep!
1922.