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Oh, Rest
Thee Babe
Oh! Slumber, my darling, thy sire is a knight
Thy mother a lady, so lovely and bright!
The hills and the dales from the tow'rs which we
see
They all shall belong, my dear infant, to thee,
Oh!
Rest thee, babe, rest thee, babe, sleep on till
day, Oh!
Rest thee, babe, rest thee, babe, sleep while
you may.
Oh! Rest thee, my darling, the time it shall
come
When thy sleep shall be broken by trumpet and
drum
Then rest thee, my darling, Oh! sleep while you
may
For war comes with manhood as light comes with
day. Oh!
Rest thee, babe, rest thee, babe, sleep on till
day, Oh!
Rest thee, babe, rest thee, babe, sleep while
you may.
Oh! Slumber, my darling, thy sire is a knight
Thy mother a lady, so lovely and bright!
The hills and the dales from the tow'rs which we
see
They all shall belong, my dear infant, to thee,
Oh!
Rest thee, babe, rest thee, babe, sleep on till
day, Oh!
Rest thee, babe, rest thee, babe, sleep while
you may.
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