“Crying, my little one, footsore and weary”

Crying, my little one, footsore and weary?

  Fall asleep, pretty one, warm on my shoulder:

I must tramp on through the winter night dreary,

  While the snow falls on me colder and colder.

You are my one, and I have not another;

  Sleep soft, my darling, my trouble and treasure;

Sleep warm and soft in the arms of your mother,

  Dreaming of pretty things, dreaming of pleasure.