Testo di Crying, My Little One

Crying, my little one, footsore and weary? Fall asleep, pretty one, warm on my shoulder.. I must tramp on through the winter night dreary, While the snow falls on me colder and colder. You are my one, and I have not another; Sleep soft, my darling, my trouble and treasure; Sleep warm and soft in the arms of your mother, Dreaming of pretty things, dreaming of pleasure.