CRADLE SONGS
CHINESE
My baby is sleeping, My baby"s asleep; My flower is resting, I"ll give you a peep.
How cunning he looks As he rests on my arm;
My flower"s most charming Of all them that charm.
--ISAAC T. HEADLAND
RUSSIAN
Lullaby, my pretty baby, Close thine eyes so bright,While the moon pours o"er thy cradle All her silv"ry light;I will tell thee tales of fairies, Lull thee with a song,While the moon, heaven"s lonely wanderer, Creeps the sky along.
ENGLISH
Rock-a-bye, baby, thy cradle is green; Father"s a nobleman, mother"s a queen; Betty"s a lady and wearsAnd Johnny " s a drdrums for the kin