Are you crying, my little one Footsore and weary I must tramp on through the winter night dreary Fall asleep, pretty baby, warm on my shoulder While the snow falls upon me colder and colder You are my dearest one, I have not another Sleep warm and soft in the arms of your mother, Sleep soft, my darling, my trouble and treasure Dream of pretty things, dream of your pleasure
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