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AN IRISH LULLABY
Husho, husho, winds are wild in the willows,
Birds are warm in downy nests, every bird but you.
King's children wake and toss on silken pillows.
You have but a broken roof to keep you from the dew.
Husho!
Birds are warm in downy nests, every bird but you.
King's children wake and toss on silken pillows.
You have but a broken roof to keep you from the dew.
Husho!
Husho, husho, rain falls cold in the city,
Here rain falls kindly, falls warm on sleepy eyes.
Husho, husho! even the clouds take pity
On my vourneen deelish O and leave you silver skies.
Husho!
Here rain falls kindly, falls warm on sleepy eyes.
Husho, husho! even the clouds take pity
On my vourneen deelish O and leave you silver skies.
Husho!
Husho, husho, silver skies to sail in,
In a boat of amber, warm as any nest:
Ah, but can my cushla find no place to wail in
But the warmest place on earth, and that her mother's breast?
Husho!
In a boat of amber, warm as any nest:
Ah, but can my cushla find no place to wail in
But the warmest place on earth, and that her mother's breast?
Husho!
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