O Hush Thee, - Though Maybe parody Sir Walter Scott - Lullaby on an Infant Chief
O Hush Thee, - Though Maybe...
O hush thee, though maybe desires in the night
for [s]mothering lady, lewd, lovely and tight,
would make you less lonely, sweet dreams would flow free,
they’d all tell of longings precocious in thee!
O flush not the toilet for loudly it blows,
awaking the warders who guard thy repose,
their belts they’d unbuckle, bare bottoms be red,
should any young lady draw near to your bed.
Don’t blush for, sweet baby, the time may soon come
when thy sleep shall be broken by bosom and bum,
then hush thee, my darling, fake rest while you may,
till a wife takes your manhood, - then rake every day!
25 April 1990 Parody Sir Walter SCOTT – Lullaby for an Infant Chief
O Hush Thee, My Baby - Parody Sir Walter Scott
O hush thee, my baby, thy sire was a Chimp,
his ancestor’s mother amoeba or shrimp,
the woods and the glens you see, once under sea,
all bear silent witness to thy history.
Fear not evolution, for progress revolves
around its lost secrets ‘til scientist solves
how toes, once extended prehensile, could free
Mankind for steps taken to end up with thee!
Soon brain implantations shall banish revolt,
dispensing with thoughts non-conformist with jolt
shocks of a nature to well guarantee
subservience set in tag RFID.
Yet brain stimulation through radio waves
may set the ball rolling for much mankind craves
as areas, dormant, awake for fresh free
with flash telepathic advancing on key.
Know privacy, freedoms, most must sacrifice
in the name of the fight for what’s Right versa vice, -
and verses like this may to posterity
be unknown in a world were none dare disagree.
‘O, hush thee, my baby, take rest while I croon,
for ‘Progress’ comes early, and Freedom too soon’
may with some liberal economy
be left standing at altar of ‘prosperity’.
Remember when troglodyte crawled from the cave
the race for survival found few misbehave, -
survival of fattest, not fittest, we see
where the few treat the many with asperity.
The climate is warning, the salt oceans rise,
this watershed cusp comes as no great surprise,
man must shed his self-shackles, a fresh entity
should spring to protect bio-diversity
to a planet whose passing point of no return –
why is it, unique, we our own bridges burn? –
the search for solutions proactive will be,
a sign, though endangered that man’s sanity
can pull from potential catastrophe global
a future progressive, and generous, noble.
If this doesn’t happen then freezer for me,
a vat cryogenic till eternity!
O hush thee, my baby, the time will soon come
when limbs won’t be needed, though don’t you look glum! –
in many millenia still there will be,
whatever your status, a personal flea...
25 April 1990 and 14 July 2006 - Parody Sir Walter SCOTT – Lullaby for an Infant Chief
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O Hush Baby Tory
O hush, baby Tory, ecology’s ‘in”,
and industry’s excess will sanction as sin, -
all enterprise, private or public, must see
advantages saving the seal and the sea.
Green power could capture the red, white, and blue,
lean hours for poor Thatcher and all of her crew, -
the Future must settle the Past’s spendthrift spree,
what kilowatts wasted, what lost energy!
Beware, though pollution once sped profits’ rise,
acid rains and dioxide now blanket the skies,
while French leave’s been taken by birds and by bees,
with AIDS round the corner, - Love’s no longer free!
With Tchernobyl cooking though four years have fled,
who knows w[h]at reaction can come to a head, -
the hole in the ozone may soon prove to be
a threat to humanity, Maggie and me!
25 April 1990
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Scott Free
Operation Hostage Release – Send Hope Soon
O hush thee my baby, and mop up that tear,
P repare not for worse, if we’re moved, the all-clear
E xpected may be for tomorrow, draw near, -
R epack your belongings, and don’t disappear!
A siren wails fretfully, transport is here
T o take us to factories which are, I fear,
I nvolved in the brewing of chemical beer, -
O hush for the foeman’s peparing a bier!
N ow hush darling baby, and dream the Emir
H as won back his palace, that the hemisphere
O nce more shall be peaceful, to pacts will adhere, -
S addam will be blown up by a bombadier!
T ake heart, my dear baby, and plan a career
A s new politician with oily veneer,
G row up disregarding the strife that you hear, -
E mbargo successful will prove – if sincere.
S o the sands that you see from our window, so drear,
R eturned once again to their ruler, my Dear,
E ver more may be settled, with a fixed frontier, -
L ike desert-sent mirage conjured by fakir.
E nsuring by Stealth, Mirage, thrashing severe,
A burning Bush wilderness Bagdad will clear,
S trike down the ‘I rack he’ sad damnèd Premier
E re he all the hostages can commandeer.
S o let this be the moral: who domineer,
E specially an arab, must first engineer
N ew weapons which work, and strong allies sincere, -
D eath waits in the wings with dice loaded, austere.
H ush thee, dearest baby, armadas appear
E n route for the Gulf and the Emirates, cheer!
L et wave upon wave brave the tank and the spear,
P reventing more blackmail in future, my Dear!
S ome hope that the Arabs can peace pioneer,
O r still that the U.N. may settlement steer, -
O n broken reeds trust never put for severe
N eeds be the disaster when bombs interfere!
20 August 1990 Parody Sir Walter SCOTT – Lullaby for an Infant Chief
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Lullaby of an Infant Chief
O hush thee, my baby, thy sire was a Knight,
Thy mother a lady both lovely and bright;
The woods and the glens from the tower which we see,
They all are belonging, dear baby, to thee.
O, fear not the bugle, though loudly it blows,
It calls but the warders that guard thy repose;
Their bows would be bended, their blades would be red,
Ere the step of a foeman draws near to thy bed.
O, hush thee, my baby, the time will soon come
When thy sleep shall be broken by trumpet and drum;
Then hush thee, my darling, take rest while you may,
For strife comes with manhood, and waking with day.
Sir Walter SCOTT 1771_1832
Jonathan ROBIN
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Lullaby of an Infant Chief
hush thee, my babie, thy sire was a knight,
Thy mother a lady, both lovely and bright;
The woods and the glens, from the towers which we see,
They all are belonging, dear babie, to thee.
O ho ro, i ri ri, cadul gu lo,
O ho ro, i ri ri, cadul gu lo.
O fear not the bugle, though loudly it blows,
It calls but the warders that guard thy repose;
Their bows would be bended, their blades would be red,
Ere the step of a foeman drew near to thy bed.
O ho ro, i ri ri, cadul gu lo,
O ho ro, i ri ri, cadul gu lo.
O hush thee, my babie, the time soon will come
When thy sleep shall be broken by trumpet and drum;
Then hush thee, my darling, take rest while you may,
For strife comes with manhood, and waking with day.
O ho ro, i ri ri, cadul gu lo,
O ho ro, i ri ri, cadul gu lo.
poem by Sir Walter Scott
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Hush Little Baby
Hush little baby Daddys here
Hush little baby dont you fear
Hush little baby as i hold my tear
Hush little baby dont you hear
Hush little baby daddys son
Hush little baby dont you be glum
Hush little baby as i go numb
Hush little baby the time has come
Hush little baby Daddy did try
Hush little baby dont you sigh
Hush little baby as i start to cry
Hush little baby dont say bye bye
Hush little baby Mummys Waiting there
poem by Jason Mcgookin
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Hush
Hush little baby dont you cry daddy's gonna sing you a lullaby,
hush little baby dont make peep daddy's getting sick of hearing momma weep.
hush little baby lay your head down to rest daddy's still here whispering in your ear.
hush little baby take a nap with hopping tigger dadd'ys getting ready to pull the trigger
hush my little baby as put it to my head look its magic now daddy's dead! Hush my little baby my sweet little baby, hush'a'by babe, shhh
poem by Emily Frick
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Hush A Little Baby Daddy's Sad
Hush little baby Daddys here Hush little baby dont you fear Hush little baby as i hold my tear Hush little baby dont you hear
Hush little baby daddys son Hush little baby daddy will see you soon
Hush little baby Daddy did try Hush little baby dont you sigh Hush little baby as i start to cry Hush little baby daddy never got say bye bye hush little baby mummy took you away hush a little baby daddy misses you every day hush little baby will daddy ever see you again.
poem by Colin Thornton
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Hush Little Baby
hush little baby don, t shead a tear
your way to weak to even care
hush little baby i love you dear
why must you cry a river of tears
hush little baby your fading to fast
why must you go just stay with me
hush little baby you don, t have to cry
just hold my hand and dream of sun shine
hush little baby you no longer have to fear
your with the angels so please don, t shead a tear
poem by Danyelle Tedrow
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Ecology II
Ecology II
Cycles some would modify
could cull all promise from the future,
kill aqua flora, fin and feather.
Supersonic trails in sky –
a risk one cannot quantify -
distorting winds and weather.
Climates change and cultures die,
currents warm mankind defy
as seas rise to highest levels ever
and livid coral reefs bone dry.
Watershed threat carbon di!
On politicians who’d rely?
Pollutions [sp]ills some fools deny
when lobbies rich requalify
risks in an endeavour
to twist statistics you and I
investigate as tension high
takes us beyond all tether.
Dangers dire as any lie
upon mankind which turns blind eye
to threats that all together
should meet before too late to cry.
The question is not whether
but when much land today still dry
will seasink beneath leaden sky –
beware tomorrow’s weather!
© Jonathan ROBIN robi3_1006 written 6 August 1977
Ecology
Pollution and spillage,
plunder, rape, pillage,
Earth’s face is turned.
Earth’s beauty burned
Earth’s shame discerned
in climatic warning...
In city and village,
factory, tillage,
Man’s pride is spurned,
Man’s ashes urned,
Man dust returned
with climactic mo[u]rning.
© Jonathan ROBIN Poem robi3_0049 13 December 1975
Ecology III
Pelagic Complaint The Gull’s Reply
Petrel’s plumes in air, Detergent curd, vile sea,
petrol’s fumes on sea; tern turning through the air;
a letter, here or there, - submergent bird I’ll be, -
what difference to me? all to you, I do swear!
Petrol pours on sea, Erne, earnest, swoops from sky,
petrel soars in sky; soiled Skuas slick-stick sea;
a vowel, ‘O’ or ‘E’, - Oiled Fulmars homeward fly, -
mmall difference! I sigh! All difference to me!
Petrel flying high, Thick petrol rings I spy,
oil on ocean water; seep from listing tanker;
for any shoaling fry slick sickening squid and I, -
the odds on life grow shorter! Eternity, remember!
© Jonathan ROBIN robi3_1007 written 6 August 1977
O Hush Baby Tory
O hush baby Tory, Ecology’s ‘in”,
and industry’s excess will sanction as sin, -
all enterprise, private or public, must see
advantages saving the seal and the sea.
Green power could capture the red, white, and blue,
lean hours for poor Thatcher and all of her crew, -
the Future must settle the Past’s spendthrift spree,
what kilowatts wasted, what lost energy!
Beware, though pollution once sped profits’ rise,
acid rains and dioxide now blanket the skies,
while French leave’s been taken by birds and by bees,
with AIDS round the corner, - Love’s no longer free!
With Tchernobyl cooking though four years have fled,
who knows w[h]att reaction may come to a head, -
the hole in the ozone could soon prove to be
a threat to humanity, Maggie and me!
© Jonathan ROBIN robi3_0167_scot3_0004 parody Sir Walter Scott Lullaby on an Infant Chief written 25 April 1990
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Ecology III
Ecology III
Pelagic Complaint The Gull’s Reply
Petrel’s plumes in air, Detergent curd, vile sea,
petrol’s fumes on sea; tern turning through the air;
a letter, here or there, - submergent bird I’ll be, -
what difference to me? all to you, I do swear!
Petrol pours on sea, Erne, earnest, swoops from sky,
petrel soars in sky; soiled Skuas slick-stick sea;
a vowel, ‘O’ or ‘E’, - Oiled Fulmars homeward fly, -
mmall difference! I sigh! All difference to me!
Petrel flying high, Thick petrol rings I spy,
oil on ocean water; seep from listing tanker;
for any shoaling fry slick sickening squid and I, -
the odds on life grow shorter! Eternity, remember!
© Jonathan ROBIN robi3_1007 written 6 August 1977
Ecology
Pollution and spillage,
plunder, rape, pillage,
Earth’s face is turned.
Earth’s beauty burned
Earth’s shame discerned
in climatic warning...
In city and village,
factory, tillage,
Man’s pride is spurned,
Man’s ashes urned,
Man dust returned
with climactic mo[u]rning.
© Jonathan ROBIN Poem robi3_0049 13 December 1975
Ecology II
Cycles some would modify
could cull all promise from the future,
kill aqua flora, fin and feather.
Supersonic trails in sky –
a risk one cannot quantify -
distorting winds and weather.
Climates change and cultures die,
currents warm mankind defy
as seas rise to highest levels ever
and livid coral reefs bone dry.
Watershed threat carbon di!
On politicians who’d rely?
Pollutions [sp]ills some fools deny
when lobbies rich requalify
risks in an endeavour
to twist statistics you and I
investigate as tension high
takes us beyond all tether.
Dangers dire as any lie
upon mankind which turns blind eye
to threats that all together
should meet before too late to cry.
The question is not whether
but when much land today still dry
will seasink beneath leaden sky –
beware tomorrow’s weather!
© Jonathan ROBIN robi3_1006 written 6 August 1977
O Hush Baby Tory
O hush baby Tory, Ecology’s ‘in”,
and industry’s excess will sanction as sin, -
all enterprise, private or public, must see
advantages saving the seal and the sea.
Green power could capture the red, white, and blue,
lean hours for poor Thatcher and all of her crew, -
the Future must settle the Past’s spendthrift spree,
what kilowatts wasted, what lost energy!
Beware, though pollution once sped profits’ rise,
acid rains and dioxide now blanket the skies,
while French leave’s been taken by birds and by bees,
with AIDS round the corner, - Love’s no longer free!
With Tchernobyl cooking though four years have fled,
who knows w[h]att reaction may come to a head, -
the hole in the ozone could soon prove to be
a threat to humanity, Maggie and me!
© Jonathan ROBIN robi3_0167_scot3_0004 parody Sir Walter Scott Lullaby on an Infant Chief written 25 April 1990
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Hush-a-bye Hard Times
Many years you have lingered around my cabin door
Oh hard times come again no more
Oh hard times come again no more
Oh hush a bye hard times, go ye away
Cause my hungry baby wants a gingerbread cake
Not a cow in the barn yard no money to spend
Not an egg in the hayloft, no little red hen
Chorus:
So, hush a bye baby dont cry no more
Your mama cant give you what youre crying for
Theres a wolf at the door with an angry
Cold hungry stare, he keeps howling of hard times
And the cupboard is bare
Oh, hush a bye hard times go ye to rest
Cause my ragged baby wants a new ruffled dress
And she wants some new shoes with buckles to wear
And she wants some silver bows for her golden hair
Repeat chorus twice
Hush a bye hard times go ye away
I dont intend to be treated this way
So, hush a bye baby
Hush a bye hard times
Hush a bye baby
Dont cry no more
Hush a bye hard times
Hush a bye baby
Hush a bye hard times
Come ye no more
Fade:
Many years you have lingered around my cabin door
Hush a bye hard times
Come ye no more
Hush a bye baby
Hush a bye hard times
Hush a bye baby
Dont cry no more
Hush a bye hard times
Hush a bye baby
Hush a bye hard times
Come ye no more
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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I Wondered What Was Next
So I wondered what was next
As I said good night
I wondered what was next
As I said good night
With head bowed and soul I prayed
These words I said
Please, send the Angels
To guard this, little sleepy head
And as I watched, I sung
Go to sleep, go to sleep
Close those little bright blue eyes
Night-time is coming
The sun is on the far side
Angels are watching
Our vigil to keep
While the Sandman is filling your eyes
It's time for you sleep
Hush-a-bye-baby
Hush-a-bye-sweet
Play time is over for your
Tiny little feet
Close your eyes, baby
Close your eyes, honey
Sleey-time's here
Good night little darling
Good night little dear
As I sung this song
I wondered what would be next
What God has done to my soul?
Because of this child, I confess
I held my daughter's child
while she fell to sleep
And it was there that I started to think
About the stories of my life, the constant agony
There had just been so dang many
The unending strife's
And just like that the tears again,
Came my way
I fought against torrential rains
As I held this child
That has caused love in my life
I fought against my memories of strife
As I struggled trying end my cares
I attemped again to find peace
But where?
A thought passed through my mind
It came almost like a nursery rhyme.
Oh hush-a-bye child
Hush-a-bye child
Look what you've become
The man that loves,
My little ones
And as I sat wondering
Where those words had Just came from?
I heard again
So hush-a-bye child
Hush-a-bye child
Look what you've become
The man that loves everyone
The man that sin can no longer
over run
So I spoke my question
With voice aloud
How can this be?
Hush-a-bye child
Hush-a-bye child
I can see
Hush-a-bye child
Leave the pains of the past
For me
For I have opened the windows
Of Heaven for thee
And poured out this blessing
With-out room enough to recieve
So (hush-a-bye child)
(Hush-a-bye child)
It's time for you to sleep
For even now I Am,
I Am
Baby tending with thee
poem by Clyde Bryson
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A Fisherman's Baby
Oh hush, little baby, thy papa's at sea;
The big billows rock him as mamma rocks thee.
He hastes to his dear ones o'er billows of foam;
Then sleep, little darling, till papa comes home.
Sleep, little baby; hush, little baby;
Papa is coming, no longer to roam.
The shells and the pebbles, all day tossed about,
Are lulled into sleep by the tide ebbing out.
The tired shore slumbers, stretched out in the sand,
While the waves hurry off at mid-ocean's command.
Then hush, little darling; sleep, little darling;
Sleep, baby, rocked by thy mother's own hand.
The winds that have rollicked all day in the west
Are hushed into sleep on the calm evening's breast.
The boats that were out with the wild sea at play
Are now rocked to sleep in the arms of the bay.
Then rest, little baby; sleep, little baby;
Papa will come at the break of the day.
Sleep, little darling; too soon thou wilt be
A man like thy father, to sail o'er the sea.
Then sleep will not come at thy bidding or prayer,
For thou wilt be harassed by danger and care.
Then sleep, little darling; rest, little baby;
Rest whilst thou may, dear, and sleep whilst thou dare.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Nursing
O hush, my little baby brother;
Sleep, my love, upon my knee.
What though, dear child, we've lost our mother;
That can never trouble thee.
You are but ten weeks old to-morrow;
What can you know of our loss?
The house is full enough of sorrow.
Little baby, don't be cross.
Peace, cry not so, my dearest love;
Hush, my baby-bird, lie still.-
He's quiet now, he does not move,
Fast asleep is little Will.
My only solace, only joy,
Since the sad day I lost my mother,
Is nursing her own Willy boy,
My little orphan brother.
poem by Charles Lamb
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Hush Baby
hush baby dont cry,
ino all these problems just multiply,
hush baby dont feel sad,
things couldnt be that bad,
hush baby dont feel like you want to die,
we all have problems i cant deny.
hush baby dont weap tonight,
just be happy and sleep tight,
hush baby dont feel like your alone,
just talk to someone and make your problems known,
hush baby dont use that blade and feel the pain,
because that just makes you insane.
poem by Holly Jones
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The Song of Education
III. For the Creche
Form 8277059, Sub-Section K
I remember my mother, the day that we met,
A thing I shall never entirely forget;
And I toy with the fancy that, young as I am,
I should know her again if we met in a tram.
But mother is happy in turning a crank
That increases the balance in somebody's bank;
And I feel satisfaction that mother is free
From the sinister task of attending to me.
They have brightened our room, that is spacious and cool,
With diagrams used in the Idiot School,
And Books for the Blind that will teach us to see;
But mother is happy, for mother is free.
For mother is dancing up forty-eight floors,
For love of the Leeds International Stores,
And the flame of that faith might perhaps have grown cold,
With the care of a baby of seven weeks old.
For mother is happy in greasing a wheel
For somebody else, who is cornering Steel;
And though our one meeting was not very long,
She took the occasion to sing me this song:
"O, hush thee, my baby, the time will soon come
When thy sleep will be broken with hooting and hum;
There are handles want turning and turning all day,
And knobs to be pressed in the usual way;
O, hush thee, my baby, take rest while I croon,
For Progress comes early, and Freedom too soon."
poem by Gilbert Keith Chesterton
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A Rocking Hymn
Sweet baby, sleep! what ails my dear,
What ails my darling thus to cry?
Be still, my child, and lend thine ear
To hear me sing thy lullaby.
My pretty lamb, forbear to weep;
Be still, my dear; sweet baby, sleep.
Thou blessed soul, what canst thou fear?
What thing to thee can mischief do?
Thy God is now thy father dear,
His holy Spouse, thy mother too.
Sweet baby, then forbear to weep;
Be still, my babe; sweet baby, sleep.
Though thy conception was in sin,
A sacred bathing thou hast had;
And, though thy birth unclean hath been,
A blameless babe thou now art made.
Sweet baby, then forbear to weep;
Be still, my dear; sweet baby, sleep,
While thus thy lullaby I sing,
For thee great blessings ripening be;
Thine eldest brother is a King,
And hath a kingdom bought for thee.
Sweet baby, then forbear to weep;
Be still, my babe; sweet baby, sleep.
Sweet baby, sleep and nothing fear,
For whosoever thee offends,
By thy protector threat'ned are,
And God and angels are thy friends.
Sweet baby, then forbear to weep;
Be still, my babe; sweet baby, sleep.
When God with us was dwelling here,
In little babes he took delight;
Such innocents as thou, my dear,
Are ever precious in His sight.
Sweet baby, then forbear to weep;
Be still, my babe; sweet baby, sleep.
A little infant once was He,
And, strength in weakness, then was laid
Upon His virgin-mother's knee,
That power to thee might be conveyed.
Sweet baby, then forbear to weep;
Be still, my babe; sweet baby, sleep.
In this, thy frailty and thy need,
He friends and helpers doth prepare,
Which thee shall cherish, clothe and feed;
For of thy weal they tender are.
Sweet baby, then forbear to weep;
Be still, my babe; sweet baby, sleep.
The King of kings, when he was born,
Had not so much for outward ease;
By Him such dressings were not worn,
Nor such like swaddling-clothes as these.
Sweet baby, then forbear to weep;
Be still, my babe; sweet baby, sleep.
Within a manger lodged thy Lord
Where oxen lay and asses fed;
Warm rooms we do to thee afford,
An easy cradle or a bed.
Sweet baby, then forbear to weep;
Be still, my babe; sweet baby, sleep.
The wants that He did then sustain
Have purchased wealth, my babe, for thee;
And by His torments and His pain
Thy rest and ease securèd be.
My baby, then forbear to weep;
Be still, my babe; sweet baby, sleep.
Thou hast (yet more) to perfect this,
A promise and an earnest got
Of gaining everlasting bliss,
Though thou, my babe, perceiv'st it not;
Sweet baby, then forbear to weep;
Be still, my babe; sweet baby, sleep.
poem by George Wither
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Christmas Eve
Oh, hush thee, little Dear-my-Soul,
The evening shades are falling,--
Hush thee, my dear, dost thou not hear
The voice of the Master calling?
Deep lies the snow upon the earth,
But all the sky is ringing
With joyous song, and all night long
The stars shall dance, with singing.
Oh, hush thee, little Dear-my-Soul,
And close thine eyes in dreaming,
And angels fair shall lead thee where
The singing stars are beaming.
A shepherd calls his little lambs,
And he longeth to caress them;
He bids them rest upon his breast,
That his tender love may bless them.
So, hush thee, little Dear-my-Soul,
Whilst evening shades are falling,
And above the song of the heavenly throng
Thou shalt hear the Master calling.
poem by Eugene Field
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The White Seal
Oh! hush thee, my baby, the night is behind us,
And black are the waters that sparkled so green.
The moon, o'er the combers, looks downward to find us
At rest in the hollows that rustle between.
Where billow meets billow, there soft be thy pillow;
Ah, weary wee flipperling, curl at thy ease!
The storm shall not wake thee, nor shark overtake thee,
Asleep in the arms of the slow-swinging seas.
You mustn't swim till you're six weeks old,
Or your head will be sunk by your heels;
And summer gales and Killer Whales
Are bad for baby seals.
Are bad for baby seals, dear rat,
As bad as bad can be.
But splash and grow strong,
And you can't be wrong,
Child of the Open Sea!
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Hush
[Intro:]
Hush baby imma let you know (let you know),
This is how its gonna go (gonna go).......
[Chorus:]
Hush baby imma let you know (let you know),
This is how its gonna go (gonna go), (yeah, uh)
If you wanna come and play (come and play),
We gonna do it my way (my way), (my way).....
Hush baby dont talk so much (so much), I just
wanna feel your touch ( feel your touch), Everything will
be OK (be OK) if we do it my way (my way, my
way).....
[LL Cool J - Verse 1:]
You feel so good, rest of my life, I wish I could,
hold you tight and take a flight, out the hood,
was a foul or just misundastood? My man and a
up to no good, it doesnt really matter, either
way I should, maximize the moment, and hold
you close, jump in the drop spida, and cruise
down the coast, who loved you da most, I was
neva close, when lives was on the line,
confusion in your mind, we spiritually acclined,
sometimes I flip, sometimes you flip,
sometimes we wild out and act like lunatics, we
move to fast, and the whole world's in a rush,
everybody just hush.....(hush , hush)....
[Chorus:]
Hush baby imma let you know (let you know),
this is how its gonna go (gonna go), If you
wanna come and play (come and play), we
gonna do it my way (my way, my way).......
Hush baby dont talk so much (so much), I just
wanna feel your touch (feel your touch), Everything will
be OK (be OK), If we do it my way (my way, my
way)......
[LL Cool J - Verse 2:]
Its all a test, the pain, the drama, da billa in a
Bahamas, the highs, the lows, the Hoop De, the
rolls, the money flowin', certain doors that we go
in, the people we meet, the hands that we shake, \
whether its morton's, or sizzle a steak, everything
will be OK (be OK), if we do it my way (my way,
my way)......
[LL Cool J - Verse 3:]
Cuz' i belive in romance, kissin when ya slow
dance, me bouncin' baby no chance, no matter
the circumstance, whatever it takes girl, I'll swim
to France, cuz' your beautys unmatched, your
such a great catch, unconditional love, forever
we are attached, deal wit da drama, we could
find a way back, with or without the main back..
[Chorus:]
Hush baby imma let you know (let you know),
this is how its gonna go (gonna go), If you
wanna come and play (come and play), we
gonna do it my way ( my way, my way)........
Hush baby dont talk so much (so much), I just
wanna feel your touch (feel your touch), Everything will
be OK (be OK), If we do it my way (my way, my
way)........
[LL Cool J - Verse 4:]
I can feel your pain, like we siamese twins,
connected by brains, walkin' through the desert
in da ice cold rain, wit u in my life, nuttins gonna
change, God willin', we still be doin' our thang,
when my six packs fading, and raps is outdated,
but dats many years from now, so dont rush,
little mama just hush.....
[Chorus:]
Hush baby imma let you know (let you know),
this is how its gonna go (gonna go), If you
wanna come and play (come and play), we
gonna do it my way (my way, my way), ( hush
baby hush).........
Hush baby dont talk so much (so much), I just
wanna feel your touch (feel your touch), Everything will
be OK (be OK), If we do it my way (my way, my
way)...(hush baby hush)........
[Outro:]
Hush baby hush, hush darlin', hush baby, hush
hush, dont talk so much, ooohhh, dont talk so
much, I feel your touch, hush baby, hush, hush
baby hush, hush baby i wanna let you know, let
you know, let you know.........
song performed by by LL Cool J
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Hushabye
Oo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo
Ah ah ah ah
Oo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo
Ah ah ah ah
Oo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo
Ah ah ah ah
Hush hush
Hushabye
Hushabye
Hushabye
Oh my darlin dont you cry
Guardian angels up above
Take care of the one I love
Oo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo
Ah ah ah ah
Hush hush
Hushabye
Oo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo
Ah ah ah ah
Hush hush
Hushabye
Oooo oooo oooo oooo
Lullabye and goodnight
In your dreams I hold you tight
Lullabye and goodnight
Til the dawns early light
Pillows lying on your bed
Oh my darling rest your head
Sandman will be coming soon
Singing you a slumber tune
Oo ooo oooo oooo ooo ooo ooo
Hush
Hush
Hushabye
Oo ooo oooo oooo ooo ooo ooo
Hush
Hush
Hushabye
Oo ooo oooo oooo ooo ooo ooo
Oo ooo oooo oooo ooo ooo ooo
Ah ah ah ah
song performed by by Beach Boys
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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With Thee I Swing
Basil george adlam / alexander hyde / stillman
With thee I swing, baby
With thee its just not a trance
With thee I cling, baby
Whenever I get a chance
With thee I swing, baby
For thou art so entrancin
My heart goes bing, baby
Whenever we start to dance
With all the others
Im only marking time
But in your arms I melt away
Like ice cream on a summers day
Just one more thing, baby
My life wont he worthwhile
Till down the middle aisle
With thee I swing, baby
song performed by by Billie Holiday
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Hush Little Baby (Part 3)
Hush little baby don't you cry
I'll be by your side before your eyes
open wide
promises made before your birth
to keep you safe and stick by
Hush little baby don't you cry
I'm going to do the best that I can,
to catch every tear dropp from your eyes
I promise that I will try
to help you grow and allow you to shine
I'll be your home, make you a home
my little angel, you'll never be alone
Hush little baby don't say a word
by the time you're ready to draw your first breath
I'll have the world ready for you
although we haven't met yet
I love you with all that I am
just so you know, I'll make a song cry
even die before I make you cry
I'll be there to greet you good morning
and be home in time to tuck you in
and kiss you goodnight
Hush little angel don't you cry
the thought of you in my arms
creates a joyful tear
I love you
poem by Kelvin Owusu
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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