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Dear mother, in dreams I see her
With loved face, sweet and calm,
And hear her voice, with love rejoice,
When nestling on her arm.
I think how she softly pressed me,
Of the tears in each glistening eye,
When she rocked to sleep
Her child with this lullaby:
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Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, Dye,
bye,
Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye bye, bye,
Bye, bye, drowsiness o'ertaking,
Pretty little eyelids, sleep;
Bye, bye, watching 'till thou art waking,
Darling, be thy slumbers deep.
Bye, bye, drowsiness o'ertaking,
Pretty little eyelids, sleep;
Bye, bye, watching 'till thou art waking,
Darling, be thy slumbers deep;
Bye, bye, bye, bye.
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Ah! e'en when her life was
ebbing,
Her words were all of me;
My future years were all her fears,
Her fate 'twas not to see.
My father, I heard you weeping,
As in sorrow you standing by;
And my mother's plaint, in accents faint,
This tender, sweet lullaby.
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Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, Dye,
bye,
Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye bye, bye,
Bye, bye, drowsiness o'ertaking,
Pretty little eyelids, sleep;
Bye, bye, watching 'till thou art waking,
Darling, be thy slumbers deep.
Bye, bye, drowsiness o'ertaking,
Pretty little eyelids, sleep;
Bye, bye, watching 'till thou art waking,
Darling, be thy slumbers deep;
Bye, bye, bye, bye.
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