Oh, Rest Thee Babe
Thy mother a lady, so lovely and bright!
The hills and the dales from the tow'rs which we see
They all shall belong, my dear infant, to thee, Oh!
Rest thee, babe, rest thee, babe, sleep on till day, Oh!
Rest thee, babe, rest thee, babe, sleep while you may.
Oh! Rest thee, my darling, the time it shall come
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