A sunbeam comes a-creeping Into my dear one's nest, And sings to our babe a-sleeping The song that I love the best:
"'T is little Luddy-Dud in the morning - 'T is little Luddy-Dud at night;
And all day long 'T is the same sweet song Of that waddling, toddling, coddling little mite, Luddy-Dud."
The bird to the tossing clover, The bee to the swaying bud, Keep singing that sweet song over Of wee little Luddy-Dud.
"'T is little Luddy-Dud in the morning - 'T is little Luddy-Dud at night;
And all day long 'T is the same dear song Of that growing, crowing, knowing little sprite, Luddy-Dud."
Luddy-Dud's cradle is swinging Where softly the night winds blow, And Luddy-Dud's mother is singing A song that is sweet and low:
"'T is little Luddy-Dud in the morning - 'T is little Luddy-Dud at night;
And all day long 'T is the same sweet song Of my nearest and my dearest heart's delight, Luddy-Dud!"
