ARBOR DA Y MANUAL. 



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ROCK-A-BYE, BABY, ON THE TREE TOP. 



ROCK-A-BYE, baby, on the tree top, 

 When the wind blows the cradle will rock, 

 When the bough breaks the cradle will fall, 

 And down will come baby, cradle and all. 



CHORUS. Oh, rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye, mother is near, 



Then rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye, nothing to fear, 

 For angels of slumber are hovering near, 

 So rock-a-bye, baby, mother is here. 



Rock-a-bye, baby, the meadows in bloom 

 Laugh at the sunbeams that dance in. the room ; 

 Echo the birds with your own baby tune 

 Coo in the sunshine and flowers of June. 



CHORUS. Rock-a-bye, baby, etc. 



Rock-a-bye, baby, so cloudless the skies, 

 Blue as the depths of your own laughing eyes, 

 Sweet is the lullaby over your nest, 

 That tenderly sings little baby to rest. 



CHORUS. Rock-a-bye, baby, etc. 



Rock-a-bye, baby, the meadows in bloom 

 May never the frosts pall the beauty in gloom ; 

 Be thy world ever bright as to-day it is seen ; 

 Rock-a-bye, baby, thy cradle is green. 



CHORUS. Rock-a-bye, baby, etc. 



*' A wonderful thing is a seed Plant blessings, and blessings will bloom ! 



The one thing deathless forever ! Plant hate, and hate will grow. 



The one thing changeless, utterly true, You can sow to-day, to-morrow shall bring 



Forever old, forever new, The blossoms tRat prove what sort of thing 



And fickle and faithless never. Is the seed the seed that you sow." 



" The fair maid who, the first of May, 

 Goes to the fields at break of day, 

 And washes in dew from the hawthorn tree, 

 Will ever after handsome be." 



These woods were first the seat of sylvan powers, 

 Of nymphs and fawns, and savage men who took 

 Their birth from trunks of trees and stubborn oak. 



VIRGIL. 



