CROONIE croonie, Baby baby, up and down, Sing song, all day long— Father's gone away for many a day, but he'll come back again, Over the waters, before long. Croonie croonie, Baby baby, up and down, Sun shine, winds blow—far behind baby the waters flow; Winds and sun round him run, peep in his eyes and off they go— All in fun. Croonie croonie, Baby baby, O what tears! Little heart break, little breast shake—fie such tears! Mother's arms so tired with dancing, All day long; Baby baby—always baby—fretting crying all day long. Baby baby, come to Mammy, Stifle sobs upon her breast— Little blunt gums on the nipple, That's the feel we both love best; Sleep will soon come after titty, Sobs will cease and baby rest. Croonie croonie, Baby baby, sleeping sound: By the door we stand a moment—moonlight dappled on the ground: Winds are sleeping, waters calm, Keep our little babe from harm. The great Earth shall be his cradle, Rocking rocking day by day; Star-bespangled curtains spread Every night above his head; Suns on suns shall gild his brow: Baby baby, What art Thou? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MENAGERIE by WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY THE VANITY OF THE WORLD by FRANCIS QUARLES ODES III, 29 by QUINTUS HORATIUS FLACCUS A QUESTION by JOHN MILLINGTON SYNGE TO A SHADE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS by MARIA ABDY MICHAELMASSE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE WANDERER: 6. PALINGENSIS: EUTHANASIA (WRITTEN AFTER LONG ILLNESS) by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |