SONGS for CHILDREN, SONG XXXIII

Come sleep, my sweet baby, the winds they will rock, Yet nothing shall fright you, and nothing shall shock; Sweet innocence guards you, on that still depend, For that will make ev'ry one Charley's dear friend.

But the naughty boy, when the wind whistles, shall fear, if the trees do but nod, he thinks danger is near; So he's always in trouble, deservdly so, For the wicked and obstinate never want woe.

But you will sleep soundly, your dreams will be sweet, And when you awake all your joys be complete; For sleeping or waking all pleasures we find, Depend on the charms of an innocent mind.

Then sleep on my baby, the winds as they blow, Shall on you still slumbers and safety bestow Smile, smile, my dear Charley, for you may depend, That Heav'n shall your innocence ever befriend.