And as I sing, my sweet, to you,
Oh, would the lullaby I sing—
The same sweet lullaby he knew
When slumbering on this bosom, too—
Were borne to him on angel wing!
So hushaby, oh, hushaby.
The second of these songs bears the same title as one of Field's favorite tales, and is inscribed, "To Jessie Bartlett Davis on the first anniversary of her little boy's birth, October 6th, 1884":
THE SINGER MOTHER
A Singer sang a glorious song
So grandly clear and subtly sweet,