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"Lollyby, Lolly, Lollyby"
by Eugene Field (1850-1895)

Last night, whiles that the curfew bell ben ringing,
I heard a moder to her dearie singing
            "Lollyby, lolly, lollyby";
And presently that chylde did cease hys weeping,
And on his moder's breast did fall a-sleeping
            To "lolly, lolly, lollyby."

Faire ben the chylde unto his moder clinging,
But fairer yet the moder's gentle singing---
            "Lollyby, lolly, lollyby";
And angels came and kisst the dearie smiling
In dreems while him hys moder ben beguiling
            With "lolly, lolly, lollyby."

Then to my harte saies I: "Oh, that thy beating
Colde be assuaged by some sweete voice repeating
            'Lollyby, lolly, lollyby';
That like this lyttel chylde I, too, ben sleeping
With plaisaunt phantasies about me creeping,
            To 'lolly, lolly, lollyby'!"

Some time---mayhap when curfew bells are ringing---
A weary harte shall heare straunge voices singing
            "Lollyby, lolly, lollyby";
Some time, mayhap, with Chryst's love round me streaming,
I shall be lulled into eternal dreeming,
            With "lolly, lolly, lollyby."

 

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