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!

Four little legs all painted red;
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!

Downy pillows, sheets o'erspread;
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!

1922.