As soon as the fire burns red and low
And the house upstairs is still,
She sings me a queer little sleepy song,
Of sheep that go over the hill.

The good little sheep run quick and soft;
Their colors are gray and white;
They follow their leader, nose and tail,
For they must be home by night.

And one slips over, and one comes next,
And one runs after behind;

The gray one's nose at the white one's
tail,

The top of the hill they find.

And when they get to the top of the hill,
They quietly slip away;

But one runs over and one comes next-
Their colors are white and gray.

And one slips over and one comes next,
The good little, gray little sheep!
I watch how the fire burns red and low.
And she says that I fall asleep.

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-Josephine Daskam Bacon.

From "Poems by Josephine Daskam Bacon"; copyright, 1903, by Charles Scribner's Sons, Publishers.

ROCKABY- LULLABY

OCKABY, lullaby, bees on the clover!
Crooning so drowsily, crying so low-
Rockaby, lullaby, de ar little rover!
Down into wonderland-

Down to the under-land-
Go, oh go!

Down into wonderland, go!

J. G. Holland

HEY, my kitten, my kitten,

And ho! my kitten, my deary,

Such a sweet pet as this

Was neither far nor neary.

Here we go up, up, up,

Here we go down, down, down;

Here we go backwards and forwards,

And here we go round, round, round.

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DICKORY, dickory, dock! the mouse ran up

the clock;

The clock struck one, the mouse ran down,

Dickory, dickory, dock!

OOSEY, Goosey, Gander,

Where shall I wander?

Upstairs and downstairs,

And in my lady's chamber.