’Tis the time when lit-tle children Sail a-way to slum-ber shore.
2. Glid-ing, glid-ing to the mu-sic Of a ten-der, tender lulla-by
Gent-ly drift the lads and lass-es When the stars come out on high.
3. Soft-ly to the swaying grass-es Fall the gracious drops of dew;
Yet more soft-ly at the gloaming Close the bairn-ies’ eyes of blue.
THE GROCER’S BOY.
Sammy Swattles wasn’t a bad boy, you understand; he was simply thoughtless. He thoughtlessly did things which robbed him of peace of mind for some time after he did them.
When Sammy was ten years old he had to leave school, to go to work for Mr. Greens, the grocer, in order to help support his mother.