Tired of laughter, tired of play,

Baby mine,

On my breast thy tresses lay,

Baby mine.

Cooing, loving, prattling, too,—

Shine and showers the whole day thro',

Tires a bonnie thing like you,

Baby mine.

Little violets so blue,

Baby mine,

Close their eyes now wet with dew,

Baby mine,

Saying, sweetheart, unto you,

Close those orbs of azure hue,

Where that glimpse of heaven gleams thro',

Whence that dimpled foot and hand,

Baby mine?

Came they here at love's command,

Baby mine?

Or did angels, in their flight,

Drop this little blossom white

On the stream of time one night,

Baby mine?

Dimples guard thy crimson lips,

Baby mine;

Prints of fairy finger-tips,

Baby mine.

Now the shade of angel wings

Sweet repose upon thee brings,—

Silken soft thy slumberings,

Baby mine.