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 Luddy-Dud's cradle is swinging

Where softly the night winds blow,

And Luddy-Dud's mother is singing

A song that is sweet and low: "'T&thinsp;is little Luddy-Dud in the morning—

'T&thinsp;is little Luddy-Dud at night;

And all day long

'T&thinsp;is the same sweet song

Of my nearest and my dearest heart's delight,

Luddy-Dud!"