Sleep Baby ......
sleep, baby, sleep,
Your father tends the sheep,
Your mother shakes the dreamland tree,
And from it fall sweet dreams for thee.
Sleep, baby, sleep,
Sleep, baby, sleep,
Sleep, baby, sleep,
Our cottage vale is deep.
The little lamb is on the green,
With snowy fleece so soft and clean.
Sleep, baby, sleep
Sleep, baby, sleep
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