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The Rock-a-by Lady.

The Rock-a-by Lady from Hushaby street
⁠Comes stealing; comes creeping;
The poppies they hang from her head to her feet,
⁠And each hath a dream that is tiny and fleet—
She bringeth her poppies to you, my sweet,
⁠When she findeth you sleeping.

There is one little dream of a beautiful drum—
⁠"Rub-a-dub!" it goeth;
There is one little dream of a big sugar-plum,
⁠And lo! thick and fast the other dreams come
Of popguns that bang, and tin tops that hum,
⁠And a trumpet that bloweth.

And dollies peep out of those wee little dreams
⁠With laughter and singing;
And boats go a floating on silvery streams,
And the stars peek-a-boo with their own misty gleams,
And up, up, and up, where the Mother Moon beams,
⁠The fairies go winging.

Would you dream all these dreams that are tiny and fleet?
⁠They'll come to you sleeping;
So shut the two eyes that are weary, my sweet,
For the Rock-a-by Lady from Hushaby street,
With poppies that hang from her head to her feet,
⁠Comes stealing; comes creeping.

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