The Little Dustman
1.
The flow'rets all sleep soundly
Beneath the moons bright ray;
They nod their heads together
And dream the night away.
The rust'ling trees wave to and fro,
And murmur soft and low.
Sleep on, sleep on, sleep on,
my little one.
2.
Now see, the little dustman
At the window shows his head
And looks for any children
Who ought to be in bed;
And as each weary one he Spies,
Throws dust into his eyes.
Sleep on, sleep on, sleep on,
my little one.