The Farm Child’s Lullaby
Oh, the little bird is rocking in the cradle of the wind,And it’s bye, my little wee one, bye;The harvest all is gathered and the pippins all are binned;Bye, my little wee one, bye;The little rabbit’s hiding in the golden shock of corn,The thrifty squirrel’s laughing bunny’s idleness to scorn;You are smiling with the angels in your slumber, smile till morn;So it’s bye, my little wee one, bye.
There’ll be plenty in the cellar, there’ll be plenty on the shelf;Bye, my little wee one, bye;There’ll be goodly store of sweetings for a dainty little elf;Bye, my little wee one, bye.The snow may be a-flying o’er the meadow and the hill,The ice has checked the chatter of the little laughing rill,But in your cosey cradle you are warm and happy still;So bye, my little wee one, bye.
Why, the Bob White thinks the snowflake is a brother to his song;Bye, my little wee one, bye;And the chimney sings the sweeter when the wind is blowing strong;Bye, my little wee one, bye;The granary’s overflowing, full is cellar, crib, and bin,The wood has paid its tribute and the ax has ceased its din;The winter may not harm you when you’re sheltered safe within;So bye, my little wee one, bye.