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AMERICAN BALLADS AND SONGS 19
Send all my three little babes tonight Or in the morning soon."
Or Christmas times were drawing nigh,
The nights were long and cold; Her three little babes came rushing along
Down to their mother's hall.
She fixed them a table in the dining room, Spread over with bread and wine;
Saying, "Eat, 0, eat my sweet little babes; Come eat and drink of mine."
"Mama, we cannot eat your bread,
Nor we can't drink your wine; For yonder stands our Saviour dear,
And to him we'll return."
She fixed them a bed in the backmost room,
Spread over with a clean sheet, And a golden wine upon the top of them
To make them sweeter sleep.
"Take it off, take it off," says the oldest one,
"The cocks they will soon crow; For yonder stands our Saviour dear,
And to him we must go.
"Cold clods lays on our feet, mama;
Green grass grows over our heads; The tears that run all down our cheeks
Did wet the winding sheets." |
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