  Dream of loveliest beauty in thine hour of sleep, Harold, baby boy. Lullaby, lullaby, lullaby. Catch the sweetest glimpses of the heavenly bliss, While the holy angels bless thee with a kiss. Lullaby, lullaby. So shall mamma feel a breath Of celestial power, To beautify the ministry, Of baby's waking hour. Lullaby, lullaby, lullaby, Harold, baby boy. Lullaby, lullaby. |
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