Sleep, baby sleep! a sleep so sweet and mild, Sleep, my Arab boy, my little Bedawin child! _Aside to the } Once I was a happy girl, grape-sellers_ } The Prince Abdullah's daughter. Playing with the village maids, Bringing wood and water. Suddenly the Bedawin Carried me away; Clothed me in the Aba robe And here they make me stay. Sleep, baby sleep! a sleep so sweet and mild, Sleep, my Arab boy, my little Bedawin child! _Aside_ Ye sellers of grapes hear what I say. I had dressed in satin rich and gay. They took my costly robes away, And dressed me in Aba coarse and grey. I had lived on viands costly and rare, And now raw camel's flesh is my fare. Sleep, baby sleep! a sleep so sweet and mild, Sleep, my Arab boy, my little Bedawin child! _Aside_ Oh seller of grapes, I beg you hear, Go tell my mother and father dear, That you have seen me here to-day. Just by the Church my parents live, The Bedawin stole me on Thursday eve. Let the people come and their sister save, Let them come with warriors bold and brave, Lest I die of grief and go to my grave. The grape-sellers then go home, and the warriors come and rescue her, and take her home.