Old songs

I’m a little embarrassed about liking 19th-century music.  I like its lack of irony.  19th century songs were sentimental, obscene, comic, and odd, but never half-hearted.

Here’s one from the fallen-woman genre.  It probably comes from the music hall stage; I learned it from the singing of Julia Friend.

See how those London lights are gleaming
Through the frost and falling snow
Sleep on, sleep on, my blue-eyed treasure
Your mother’s got nowhere to go.

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