Sleep, dearest, sleep;
I love you as a brother;
Kind friends around you weep,
I’ve kiss’d you for your mother,
Let me kiss him for his mother,
What though left a stranger here?
She has loved him as none other,
I feel her blessing near.
Though cold that form lies sleeping,
Sweet angels watch around;
Dear friends are near thee weeping;
Oh, lay him gently down.
Sleep, dearest, sleep, &c.
Let me kiss him for his mother,
Or perchance a sister dear;
If a father or a brother,
I know their blessing’s here.
Then kiss him for his mother:
’Twill soothe her after-years;
Farewell, dear stranger brother,
Our requiem, our tears.
Sleep, dearest, sleep, &c.
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My ain Fireside.
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of the music.
Oh! I hae seen great anes, and sat in great ha’as,
’Mang Lords and mang Ladies, a’ cover’d wi’ braws,
At feasts made for Princes wi’ Princes I’ve been,
Whar the grand shine o’ splendor has dazzled my een,