Come, my little one, with me! There are wondrous sights to see As the evening shadows fall; In your pretty cap and gown, Don't detain The Shut-Eye train-- "Ting-a-ling!" the bell it goeth, "Toot-toot!" the whistle bloweth, And we hear the warning call: "All aboard for Shut-Eye Town!" Over hill and over plain Soon will speed the Shut-Eye train! Through the blue where bloom the stars And the Mother Moon looks down We'll away To land of Fay-- Oh, the sights that we shall see there! Come, my little one, with me there-- 'T is a goodly train of cars-- All aboard for Shut-Eye Town! Swifter than a wild bird's flight, Through the realms of fleecy light We shall speed and speed away! Let the Night in envy frown-- What care we How wroth she be! To the Balow-land above us, To the Balow-folk who love us, Let us hasten while we may-- All aboard for Shut-Eye Town! Shut-Eye Town is passing fair-- Golden dreams await us there; We shall dream those dreams, my dear, Till the Mother Moon goes down-- See unfold Delights untold! And in those mysterious places We shall see beloved faces And beloved voices hear In the grace of Shut-Eye Town. Heavy are your eyes, my sweet, Weary are your little feet-- Nestle closer up to me In your pretty cap and gown; Don't detain The Shut-Eye train! "Ting-a-ling!" the bell it goeth, "Toot-toot!" the whistle bloweth Oh, the sights that we shall see! All aboard for Shut-Eye Town! LITTLE-OH DEAR See, what a wonderful garden is here, Planted and trimmed for my Little-Oh-Dear! Posies so gaudy and grass of such brown-- Search ye the country and hunt ye the town And never ye'll meet with a garden so queer As this one I've made for my Little-Oh-Dear! Marigolds white and buttercups blue, Lilies all dabbled with honey and dew, The cactus that trails over trellis and wall, Roses and pansies and violets--all Make proper obeisance and reverent cheer When into her garden steps Little-Oh-Dear. And up at the top of that lavender-tree A silver-bird singeth as only can she; For, ever and only, she singeth the song "I love you--I love you!" the happy day long;-- Then the echo--the echo that smiteth me here! "I love you, I love you," my Little-Oh-Dear! The garden may wither, the silver-bird fly-- But what careth my little precious, or I? From her pathway of flowers that in spring time upstart She walketh the tenderer way in my heart And, oh, it is always the summer-time here With that song of "I love you," my Little-Oh-Dear! THE FLY-AWAY HORSE