(Suggested by an old verse.)
THRO' the dark and dreary night,
Golden slumbers kiss thine eyes;
Sleep, and in the early light
With a golden smile arise!
Sleep, my baby, do not cry
—Lulla, lulla, lullaby.

Trouble art thou? baby nay;
Brightest star in all my sky,
Since was turned to night my day,
And thy father—Do not cry!
Sleep, my baby, do not cry
—Lulla, lulla, lullaby.

The round red moon, she's sinking low,
The wind up-tears the very roof;—
The moon may sink, the wind may blow,
For thee, my child, I'm tempest proof.
Sleep, my baby, do not cry
—Lulla, lulla, lullaby.