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CRADLE SONG

BEES are resting sugary thighs,

Stars awake in the evening skies,

Timothy, Timothy, close your eyes,
King of the cradle, sleep.

Sleep, my honey ; O sleep, my star,

Dream where the rainbow ribbons are,

Ride with the Queen in the Fairies’ car
King of the cradle, sleep.

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Father is tossing upon the sea,

Timothy rocks at home with me;

Weary of trumpet, cannon, and knee,
King of the cradle, sleep.