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Rock-a-by hush-a-by. Corn baby mine.

Wrapp’d in your garments of silk, soft and fine.

Rock-a-by, hush-a-by, little one, dear.

No one can harm you while mother is near.

When you have closed your eye-lids in sleep.

Angels will over you tender watch keep.

They will bring dreams to you, little one, dear.

Now they are coming, now they are here.