"'When the shades of night come down

Over the Village of Drowsy Town,

Children gay drop their play,

And shake a day-day to their mammas:

Off through the meadow with little Bo-Peep,

Helping her gather her wayward sheep,

And praying the Lord their souls to keep,

While visiting Drowsy Town.'

"He gave the old harp a nimble sweep with his dexterous fingers that filled the air with enchanting music."