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3. Oh! are they any Lord in heaven Or are they any King
That will send me a sight of my three little babes Tonight or in the morning soon ?
4. One night about old Christmas Times, When the nights was long and cool,
Oh! in stepped sailing with three little babes Once more for her to see.
5. She dressed her beds all in the back room With a golden cover in the middle.
"Dear mother, green grass grows at my head; Cold turfs close at my feet."
6. She spread her table very fine;
She filled it up with cakes and wine:
"Come and eat, come and eat, my three little babes,
Come and eat and drink of mine."
7. "I want none of your cakes, dear mother, Nor neither none of your wine,
For my Saviour calls me that I must go And I must go and join."
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Mrs. John Oliver sang the following fragmentary version in August, 1930.
1. She sent her two little babes away And death came rushing through that land And swept those two little babes away. |
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"We neither want your cake nor wine;
Our Saviour's calling;
We must go back and dine."
3. "Go to sleep, go to sleep, My two little babes."
"Dear mother, we neither want to eat or sleep; Our Saviour's calling us and we must go back and meet." |
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