Sleep, my baby, sleep, my boy; Rest your little weary head; 'Tis your mother rocks her baby In his little cradle bed. Lullaby, sweet lullaby! All the little birds are sleeping, Every one has gone to rest, And my precious one is resting In his pretty cradle nest. Lullaby, sweet lullaby! Sleep, O, sleep, my darling boy; Wake to-morrow fresh and strong; 'Tis your mother sits beside you, Singing you a cradle song. Lullaby, sweet lullaby! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ANGEL'S WHISPER by SAMUEL LOVER THE GRAPE-VINE SWING by WILLIAM GILMORE SIMMS LUCY (1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH TRIBUTE TO THE MEMORY OF CHARLES VINE DE PUY by LEVI BISHOP THE LAST NIGHT by GORDON BOTTOMLEY A HYMN OF THE SEA by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |