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1799–1845

IV. A SERENADE.

Thomas Hood

“Lullaby, oh, lullaby!” Thus I heard a father cry, “Lullaby, oh, lullaby!” The brat will never shut an eye;

Hither come, some power divine! Close his lids, or open mine! “Lullaby, oh, lullaby! What the devil makes him cry?

Lullaby, oh, lullaby! Still he stares — I wonder why, Why are not the sons of earth Blind, like puppies, from the birth?”

“Lullaby, oh, lullaby!” Thus I heard the father cry; “Lullaby, oh, lullaby! Mary, you must come and try!—

Hush, oh, hush, for mercy's sake — The more I sing, the more you wake!” “Lullaby, oh, lullaby! Fie, you little creature, fie!

Lullaby, oh, lullaby! Is no poppy-syrup nigh? Give him some, or give him all, I am nodding to his fall!”

“Lullaby, oh, lullaby! Two such nights, and I shall die! Lullaby, oh, lullaby! He'll be bruised, and so shall I,—”

“How can I from bedposts keep, When I'm walking in my sleep?” “Lullaby, oh, lullaby! Sleep his very looks deny —

Lullaby, oh, lullaby; Nature soon will stupefy — My nerves relax,— my eyes grow dim — Who's that fallen — me or him?”

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