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A Serenade.

By Thomas Hood

Topics: classic

"Lullaby, oh, lullaby!"     Thus I heard a father cry,     "Lullaby, oh, lullaby!"     The brat will never shut an eye;     Hither come, some power divine!     Close his lids, or open mine!     "Lullaby, oh, lullaby!     What the devil makes him cry?     Lullaby, oh, lullaby!     Still he stares - I wonder why,     Why are not the sons of earth     Blind, like puppies, from the birth?"     "Lullaby, oh, lullaby!"     Thus I heard the father cry;     "Lullaby, oh, lullaby!     Mary, you must come and try! -     Hush, oh, hush, for mercy's sake -     The more I sing, the more you wake!"     "Lullaby, oh, lullaby!     Fie, you little creature, fie!     Lullaby, oh, lullaby!     Is no poppy-syrup nigh?     Give him some, or give him all,     I am nodding to his fall!"     "Lullaby, oh, lullaby!     Two such nights, and I shall die!     Lullaby, oh, lullaby!     He'll be bruised, and so shall I, - "     "How can I from bedposts keep,     When I'm walking in my sleep?"     "Lullaby, oh, lullaby!     Sleep his very looks deny -     Lullaby, oh, lullaby;     Nature soon will stupefy -     My nerves relax, - my eyes grow dim -     Who's that fallen - me or him?"

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Thomas Hood

About Thomas Hood

Thomas Hood (1799–1845) was an English poet and humorist whose social protest poems "The Song of the Shirt" and "The Bridge of Sighs" drew attention to the plight of the poor. He was also a master of comic verse and wordplay.

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