कविता 1
There was a woman and she lived alone
And babies she had three.
She sent them away to the north country
To learn their grammarie.
And babies she had three.
She sent them away to the north country
To learn their grammarie.
कविता 2
They'd not been gone but a very short time,
Scarcely six weeks to the day,
When death, cold death spread through the land
And swept them babes away.
Scarcely six weeks to the day,
When death, cold death spread through the land
And swept them babes away.
कविता 3
She prayed to the Lord in Heaven above,
Wearing a starry crown:
"Oh, send to me my three little babes,
Tonight, or in the morning soon."
Wearing a starry crown:
"Oh, send to me my three little babes,
Tonight, or in the morning soon."
कविता 4
It was very close to Christmas time;
The nights was long and cold.
And the very next morning at the break of day
Them babes come a-running home.
The nights was long and cold.
And the very next morning at the break of day
Them babes come a-running home.
कविता 5
She set the table for them to eat,
Upon it spread bread and wine.
"Come eat, come drink, my three little babes;
Come eat, come drink of mine."
Upon it spread bread and wine.
"Come eat, come drink, my three little babes;
Come eat, come drink of mine."
कविता 6
"Oh, mother, we cannot eat your bread,
Neither can we drink your wine,
For tomorrow morning, at the break of day,
Our Saviour we must join."
Neither can we drink your wine,
For tomorrow morning, at the break of day,
Our Saviour we must join."
कविता 7
The bed was made, the sheets put on;
"No rest, Lord, can we take;
It's been so long and so many a day
Since you our bed did make."
"No rest, Lord, can we take;
It's been so long and so many a day
Since you our bed did make."
कविता 8
"Rise up, rise up," said the eldest one,
"Rise up, rise up," said she,
"For tomorrow morning, at the break of day,
Our Saviour must we see.
"Rise up, rise up," said she,
"For tomorrow morning, at the break of day,
Our Saviour must we see.
कविता 9
"Cold clods of clay roll o'er our heads,
Green grass grows on our feet,
And thy sweet tears, my mother dear,
Will wet our winding sheet."
Green grass grows on our feet,
And thy sweet tears, my mother dear,
Will wet our winding sheet."
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भाषा: हिन्दीअंग्रेज़ी
शैलीEthnic/Folk
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