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| WEEK SIX IN THE WHELPING BOX WE WILL BE GUARDING OUR NEW MASTERS VERY SOON... |
ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT Sleep my master; peace attend thee All through the night; This Guardian angel God will lend thee, All through the night, Soft the drowsy hours are creeping, Hill and vale in slumber steeping, Here, my loyal vigil keeping, All through the night. Angels watching ever round thee, All through the night, In thy slumbers close surround thee, All through the night, And I will of all fears disarm thee, No forebodings should alarm thee, I will let no peril harm thee, All through the night. |
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