COSSACK CRADLE SONG.
Sleep, my child, my little darling, sleep, I sing to thee. Silently tho soft white moonbeams fall on thee and me. I will tell thee fairy stories in my lullaby ; Sleep, my child, my pretty darling, sleep, I sing to thee. Lo ! I see the day approaching when the warriors meet; Then thou, too, will grasp thy rifle, mount thy charger fleet. I will 'broider in his saddle colours fair to see. Sleep, my child, my pretty darling, sleep, I sing to thee. Then my Cossack boy, ray hero, brave and proud and gay, Waves one farewell to his mother and rides faraway. Oh, what sorrow, grief, and anguish then my soul will fill. As I pray by day and night that God may keep thee still. Thou shalt take a saint's pure image to the battlefield, Look upon it when thou prayest~may It be thy shield. And when battles fierce are raging then remember me. Sleep, my darling; calmly, sweetly, sleep, I sing to thee. From the Russian of tamentoff.
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New Zealand Herald, Volume XXXI, Issue 9494, 25 April 1894, Page 3
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174COSSACK CRADLE SONG. New Zealand Herald, Volume XXXI, Issue 9494, 25 April 1894, Page 3
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