Part 5 (1/2)
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 superst.i.tion 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.
Sleep, baby sleep!
Sleep, baby, sleep!
The large stars are the sheep, The little stars are the lambs, I guess, The fair moon is the shepherdess.
Sleep baby, sleep!
Sleep, baby, sleep!