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The Writings in Prose and Verse of Eugene Field: Poems of childhood.
The Writings in Prose and Verse of Eugene Field Poems of childhood Author:Eugene Field Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: "LOLLYBY, LOLLY, LOLLYBY" E.ST night, whiles that the curfew bell ben ringing, I heard a moder to her dearie singing "Lollyby, lolly, lollyby"; And present... more »ly that chylde did cease hys weeping, And on his moder's breast did fall a-sleeping To "lolly, lolly, lollyby." Faire ben the chylde unto his moder clinging, But fairer yet the moder's gentle singing— "Lollyby, lolly, lollyby"; And angels came and kisst the dearie smiling In dreems while him hys moder ben beguiling With "lolly, lolly, lollyby." Then to my harte saies I: "Oh, that thy beating Colde be assuaged by some sweete voice repeating 'Lollyby, lolly, lollyby'; That like this lyttel chylde I, too, ben sleeping With plaisaunt phantasies about me creeping, To'lolly, lolly, lollyby'!" Some time — mayhap when curfew bells are ringing — A weary harte shall heare straunge voices singing "Lollyby, lolly, lollyby"; Some time, mayhap, with Chryst's love round me streaming, I shall be lulled into eternal dreeming, With "lolly, lolly, lollyby."LIZZIE AND THE BABY I WONDER ef all wimmin air Like Lizzie is when we go out To theaters an' concerts where Is things the papers talk about. Do other wimmin fret an' stew Like they wuz bein' crucified — Frettin' a show or concert through, With wonderin' ef the baby cried? Now Lizzie knows that gran'ma 's there To see that everything is right, Yet Lizzie thinks that gran'ma's care Ain't good enuff f'r baby, quite; Yet what am I to answer when She kind uv fidgets at my side, An' asks me every now and then: '' I wonder ef the baby cried ?' Seems like she seen two little eyes A-pinin' f'r their mother's smile — Seems like she heern the pleadin' cries Uv one she thinks uv all the while; An' so she 's sorry that she come, ...« less