[Music]
1. Sleep, oh sleep, my lambs a-wea-ry! Shin-ing sun-beams all are o’er;
’Tis the time when lit-tle children Sail a-way to slum-ber shore.
2. Glid-ing, glid-ing to the mu-sic Of a ten-der, tender lulla-by
Gent-ly drift the lads and lass-es When the stars come out on high.
3. Soft-ly to the swaying grass-es Fall the gracious drops of dew;
Yet more soft-ly at the gloaming Close the bairn-ies’ eyes of blue.
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[Illustration]