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HEN the busy day is done,

And my weary little one

Rocketh gently to and fro;

When the night winds softly blow,

And the crickets in the glen

Chirp and chirp and chirp again;

When upon the haunted green

Fairies dance around their queen—

Then from yonder misty skies

Cometh Lady Button-Eyes.

Through the murk and mist and gloam,

To our quiet, cosey home,

Where to singing, sweet and low,

Rocks a cradle to and fro;

Where the clock's dull monotone

Telleth of the day that's done;

Where the moonbeams hover o'er

Playthings sleeping on the floor—

Where my weary wee one lies

Cometh Lady Button-Eyes.