A DUTCH LULLABY.

Far over the water so blue and so deep, The little Dutch babies are going to sleep; Bright yellow tulips are nodding their heads And fluffy young ducks are safe in their beds, While slowly the windmills go whirling around— Go whirling around—go whirling around. Far over the water the sails are furled And the stars peep out on a sleepy world; The moo cows moo softly beneath the trees And the white sheep drowse in the evening breeze, While slowly the windmills go whirling around— Go whirling around—go whirling around. Far over the water comes down the night, Fading and fading the silvery light, While storks on their nests stand white and tall, And over the tree-tops the shadows fall. While slowly the windmills go whirling around— Go whirling around—go whirling around.