For the good folks up in heaven,
There was one for Grandma Brown.
SLUMBER SONG.
Gae to sleep, my bonnie baby,
Gae to sleep, my bairn, an’ dream;
Shadows thro’ the pines are creeping,
Lilies on the wimplin’ stream
Noo are rockin’, rockin’, rockin’;
A’ their snawy besoms gleam
Wi’ the gold o’ starlight folded