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A ROMANY LULLABY, by                    
First Line: Hushaby! Hushaby! Sheep-bells are tinkling
Last Line: Hushaby! Lullaby! Sleep while I croon.


Hushaby! Hushaby! Sheep-bells are tinkling.
Long lie the shadows on meadow and fold,
Brooks babble drowsily, while crocus-blossoms
Nod o'er the ripples their night-caps of gold.

Baby, now hushaby! List to my singing,
Songs that thy grandmother learnt from the moon,
Sang to thy mother thus wakeful before thee,
Sleep in thy turn, baby! sleep while I croon!

Hushaby! Hushaby! Flickering camp-fires
Redden the dewdrops on meadow and fold;
White moths brush lightly thy cheek as they hover,
Brushing my cheek are thy lashes of gold.

Baby, now hushaby! Sleep to my singing!
Cold lie the sheep underneath the white moon,
Warmly my little bird nestles beside me
Hushaby! lullaby! Sleep while I croon.





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