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OME, my little one, with me!

There are wondrous sights to see

As the evening shadows fall;

In your pretty cap and gown,

Don't detain

The Shut-Eye train—

"Ting-a-ling!" the bell it goeth,

"Toot-toot!" the whistle bloweth,

And we hear the warning call:

"All aboard for Shut-Eye Town!"

Over hill and over plain

Soon will speed the Shut-Eye train!

Through the blue where bloom the stars

And the Mother Moon looks down

We'll away

To land of Fay—