"Lullaby, oh, lullaby!" Thus I heard the father cry; 66 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, 66 '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 denyLullaby, oh, lullaby; Nature soon will stupefy My nerves relax,-my eyes grow dim Who's that fallen-me or him?" A PLAIN DIRECTION. "Do you never deviate?"-John Bull. IN London once I lost my way And ask'd a little ragged boy He gave a nod, and then a wink, "Straight down the Crooked Lane, I box'd his little saucy ears, And then away I strode; But since I've found that weary path Is quite a common road. But how shall I get there? "Straight down the Crooked Lane, And all round the Square." I've read about a famous town That drove a famous trade, Where Whittington walk'd up and found The very streets are paved with gold; But how shall I get there? 66 Straight down the Crooked Lane, And all round the Square." I've read about a Fairy Land, In some romantic tale, Where Dwarfs if good are sure to thrive And wicked Giants fail. My wish is great, my shoes are strong, But how shall I get there? "Straight down the Crooked Lane, And all round the Square." I've heard about some happy Isle, Where every man is free, And none can lie in bonds for life For want of L. S. D. Oh! that's the land of Liberty! But how shall I get there? "Straight down the Crooked Lane, And all round the Square." I've dreamt about some blessed spot, Beneath the blessed sky, Where Bread and Justice never rise Too dear for folks to buy. It's cheaper than the Ward of Cheap, But how shall I get there? 66 Straight down the Crooked Lane, And all round the Square." They say there is an ancient House, As pure as it is old, Where Members always speak their minds, And votes are never sold. I'm fond of all antiquities, But how shall I get there? "Straight down the Crooked Lane, And all round the Square." They say there is a Royal Court Maintain'd in noble state, Where every able man, and good, I'm very fond of seeing sights, "Straight down the Crooked Lane, They say there is a Temple too, O! that's the parish church for me! 66 Straight down the Crooked Lane, And all round the Square." They say there is a Garden fair, That's haunted by the dove, Where love of gold doth ne'er eclipse The golden light of love— The place must be a Paradise, I've heard there is a famous Land Whose Patriots love its interests The Land of Promise sure it is! 66 Straight down the Crooked Lane, And all round the Square." I've read about a fine Estate, A view all over Kent and back, George Robins knows the very spot, 66 Straight down the Crooked Lane, And all round the Square." I've heard there is a Company All formal and enroll'd, Will take your smallest silver coin And give it back in gold. Of course the office door is mobb'd, But how shall I get there? 66 Straight down the Crooked Lane, And all round the Square." |