THE INDIAN MOTHER’S LULLABY
- roe buck
- pap poose
- Man i tou
- slum ber ing
- breezes
- prai rie
Rock-a-by, hush-a-by, little pappoose,
The stars come into the sky;
The whip-po’-will’s crying, the daylight is dying,
The river runs murmuring by.
The pine trees are slumbering, little pappoose,