weary,
Frolic and play now while you may,
So dance, my baby, deary.

Baby, baby, naughty baby!
Hush, you squalling thing, I say!
Hush this moment, or it may be
Wellington will pass this way.
And he'll beat you, beat you, beat you,
And he'll beat you into pap;
And he'll eat you, eat you, eat you,
Gobble you, gobble you, snap, snap, snap.

SOUTHERN INDIA

Juwa, juwa, baby, dear!
When the baby's mother comes
She will give her darling milk.

Juwa, juwa, baby dear!
When the baby's father comes
He will bring a cocoanut.

Juwa, juwa, baby, dear!
When the baby's brother comes
He will bring a little bird.

Juwa, juwa, baby, dear!
When the baby's sister comes
She will bring a dish of rice.

LULLABY

Sleep, baby, sleep,
Our cottage vale is deep;
The little lamb is on the green
With woolly fleece, so soft and clean.
Sleep, baby, sleep!

Sleep, baby, sleep,
Down where the woodbines creep;
Be always like the lamb so mild,
A kind, and sweet, and gentle child.
Sleep, baby, sleep!

THE ANGEL'S WHISPER

A superstition prevails in Ireland, that when a child smiles in its
sleep, it is "talking with the angels."

A baby was sleeping,
Its mother was weeping,
For her husband was far o'er the wild raging sea,
And the tempest was swelling
Round the fisherman's dwelling,
And she cried: "Dermot, darling, oh! come back to me."

Her beads while she numbered,
The baby still slumbered,
And smiled in her face, as she bended her knee,
Oh! blessed be that warning,
My child, thy sleep adorning,
For I know that the angels are whisp'ring with thee.

And while they are keeping
Bright watch o'er thy sleeping,
Oh! pray to them softly, my baby, with me,
And say thou would'st rather
They'd watch o'er thy father!
For I know that the angels are whisp'ring with thee.

The dawn of the morning
Saw Dermot returning,
And the wife wept with joy her babe's father to see,
And closely caressing
Her child with a blessing,
Said: "I knew that the angels were whisp'ring with thee."

LULLABY

Sleep, baby, sleep!
Thy father watches the sheep,
Thy mother is shaking the dreamland tree,
And down falls a little dream on thee.
Slee