And back to my grave went silently,
And soon my baby was brought to me;
My son and daughter beside me rest,
My little baby is on my breast;
Our bed is warm, and our grave is deep, 105
But he cannot sleep, he cannot sleep!
Robert Buchanan.
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THE SANDS OF DEE.
‘O Mary, go and call the cattle home,
And call the cattle home,