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Journeys through Bookland : a new and original plan for reading applied to the world's best literature for children . ?:^S.^^V;^Vx^vV^V^V^Vx^^y^V^A/^^^ OLD GAELIC LULLABY Hush! the waves are rolling in, White with foam, white with foam; Father toils amid the din;But bahy sleeps at home. Plush! the winds roar hoarse and deep—On they come, on they come! Brother seeks the wandering sheep;But baby sleeps at home. Hush! the rain sweeps oer the knowes,Where they roam, where they roam; Sister goes to seek the cows;But baby sleeps at home. s. 204 Sleep, Baby, Sleep This pretty lullaby has traveled a l
Journeys through Bookland : a new and original plan for reading applied to the world's best literature for children . ?:^S.^^V;^Vx^vV^V^V^Vx^^y^V^A/^^^ OLD GAELIC LULLABY Hush! the waves are rolling in, White with foam, white with foam; Father toils amid the din;But bahy sleeps at home. Plush! the winds roar hoarse and deep—On they come, on they come! Brother seeks the wandering sheep;But baby sleeps at home. Hush! the rain sweeps oer the knowes,Where they roam, where they roam; Sister goes to seek the cows;But baby sleeps at home. s. 204 Sleep, Baby, Sleep This pretty lullaby has traveled a long way fromits home in the Highlands of Scotland, where it wassung in Gaelic to little mountain babies many, manyyears ago. The sea comes in close to the Highlands,and sometimes runs its long arms up among them,so that fisher folk are numerous, and the sea is theone big thought in their minds. Father, brother and sister are out in the storm,father toiling with his boat among the waves, brotherbringing in the wandering sheep, and sister drivingthe cows into the sheltered stable. At home mothersits by the cradle and sings the baby to sleep withher soft lullaby. SLEEP, BABY, SLEEP! SLEEP, baby, sleep!Thy father watches his sheep;Thy mother is shaking the dreamland down comes a little dream on , baby, sleep! Sleep, baby, sleep! The large stars are the sheep;The little stars are the lambs, I the gentle moon is the shepherdess Sleep, baby, sleej^! Sleep, baby, sleep! Our Saviour loves His sheep;He is th
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