Is no poppy-syrup nigh?
Give him some, or give him all,
I am nodding to his fall!"
"Lullaby, oh, lullaby!
Two such nights, and I shall die!
Lullaby, oh, lullaby!
He'll be bruised, and so shall I,—"
"How can I from bedposts keep,
When I'm walking in my sleep?"
"Lullaby, oh, lullaby!