Every one has gone to rest,
And my precious one is resting
In his pretty cradle nest.

Lullaby, sweet lullaby!

Sleep, O, sleep, my darling boy;
Wake to-morrow fresh and strong;
'Tis your mother sits beside you,
Singing you a cradle song.

Lullaby, sweet lullaby!




STOP! STOP! PRETTY WATER


I.

"Stop! stop! pretty water,"
Said Mary one day,
To a frolicsome brook
That was running away.

II.

"You run on so fast!
I wish you would stay;