Samuel Lover

A baby was sleeping,
Its mother was weeping.

A baby was sleeping,
Its mother was weeping.

Her beads while she numbered,
The baby still slumbered,
And smile in her face, as she bended read more

Her beads while she numbered,
The baby still slumbered,
And smile in her face, as she bended her knee;
Oh! bless'd be that warning,
My child, thy sleep adorning,
For I know that the angels are whispering with thee.

"Then here goes another," says he, "to make sure,
For there's luck in odd numbers," says Rory O'More.

"Then here goes another," says he, "to make sure,
For there's luck in odd numbers," says Rory O'More.

Reproof on her lip, but a smile in her eye.

Reproof on her lip, but a smile in her eye.

There was a place in childhood that I remember well,
And there a voice of sweetest tone bright fairy read more

There was a place in childhood that I remember well,
And there a voice of sweetest tone bright fairy tales did tell.