Good-night by Harrison S Morris

Good-night, good-night, the day is done;
Rock, rock the cradle, little one;
The lamp is low, and low the sun,

Good-night, good-night, the Christmas bough
Bends to the rocking wind, and thou
To mother’s ditty noddest now,

Good-night, good-night, the holy day
Bring baby sweets, and sweets alway!
Rock, rock–then, tiptoe, steal away,

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