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Sleep, child, sleep. Papa is tending the sheep, Mama, over her little baby, Is shaking a golden branch, Which will sprinkle over the children Dreams of pearls and diamonds. Sleep, child, sleep.

 

Sleep, baby, sleep, For I hear outside A white sheep, a black sheep, Who say, "Child, child, good night." And if the child will not sleep, Soon we will see running up A black or white little sheep, To peck at the cute foot Of my pretty little baby.

