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MOTHER-MY-LOVE, if you 'll give me your hand, &emsp;And go where I ask you to wander, I will lead you away to a beautiful land&mdash; &emsp;The Dreamland that's waiting out yonder. We'll walk in a sweet-posie garden out there &emsp;Where moonlight and starlight are streaming And the flowers and the birds are filling the air &emsp;With the fragrance and music of dreaming.

There'll be no little tired-out boy to undress, &emsp;No questions or cares to perplex you; There'll be no little bruises or bumps to caress, &emsp;Nor patching of stockings to vex you. For I 'll rock you away on a silver-dew stream, &emsp;And sing you asleep when you're weary, And no one shall know of our beautiful dream &emsp;But you and your own little dearie.