Oh! go to sleep, my baby dear, <br />And I will hold thee on my knee; <br />Thy mother's in her winding sheet, <br />And thou art all that's left to me. <br />My hairs are white with grief and age, <br />I've borne the weight of every ill, <br />And I would lay me with my child, <br />But thou art left to love me still. <br /> <br />Should thy false father see thy face, <br />The tears would fill his cruel e'e, <br />But he has scorned thy mother's woe, <br />And he shall never look on thee: <br />But I will rear thee up alone, <br />And with me thou shalt aye remain; <br />For thou wilt have thy mother's smile, <br />And I shall see my child again.<br /><br />Joseph Rodman Drake<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-oh-go-to-sleep/
