Come to the land where the babies grow,

Like flowers in the green, green grass. 

Tiny babes that swing and crow 

Whenever the warm winds pass, 

And laugh at their own bright eyes aglow 

In a fairy looking-glass. 

Come to the sea where the babies sail 

In ships of shining pearl, 

Borne to the west by a golden gale 

Of sun-beams all awhirl; 

And perhaps a baby brother will sail 

To you, my little girl.

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