When thou art little as I am, mother,
And I, oh, old as thou,
I'll feed thee on syllabub, honeycomb,
And sweet milk from my cow.
I'll make thee a swan's-down bed, mother;
Watch over thee then, will I.
And when in a far-away dream you start,
I'll sing thee, lullaby!
It's many, oh, many an age, mother,
We have been we. And now,
Soon thou'lt be happy, grown again young,
And I as old as thou.
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