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LULLABIES
HUSH O!
I would hush my lovely laddo,
In the green arbutus' shadow,
O'er the fragrant, flowering meadow,
In the smiling spring-time.
Shoheen sho lo,
Shoheen hoo lo!
In the green arbutus' shadow,
O'er the fragrant, flowering meadow,
In the smiling spring-time.
Shoheen sho lo,
Shoheen hoo lo!
I'd hush my boy beside the fountain,
By the soothing, silvery fountain,
On the pleasant, purple mountain,
In the sultry summer.
Shoheen sho lo,
Shoheen hoo lo!
By the soothing, silvery fountain,
On the pleasant, purple mountain,
In the sultry summer.
Shoheen sho lo,
Shoheen hoo lo!
I would smooth my darling's pillow,
By the blue Atlantic billow,
On the shores of Parknasilla,
In the golden autumn.
Shoheen sho lo,
Shoheen hoo lo!
By the blue Atlantic billow,
On the shores of Parknasilla,
In the golden autumn.
Shoheen sho lo,
Shoheen hoo lo!
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I would soothe my child to slumber,
By the rosy, rustling ember,
Through the days of dark December,
In the stormy winter.
Shoheen sho lo,
Shoheen hoo lo!
By the rosy, rustling ember,
Through the days of dark December,
In the stormy winter.
Shoheen sho lo,
Shoheen hoo lo!
May no cruel fairy charm thee!
May no dread banshee alarm thee!
Flood, nor fire, nor sickness harm thee!
Winter, spring, and summer—
Summer, autumn, winter,
Shoheen sho lo,
Shoheen hoo lo!
May no dread banshee alarm thee!
Flood, nor fire, nor sickness harm thee!
Winter, spring, and summer—
Summer, autumn, winter,
Shoheen sho lo,
Shoheen hoo lo!
THE HOOD HAMMOCK
Though the way be long and weary
Over mountain, under wood,
Mother will never mind it, deary,
With you hammocked in her hood.
Over mountain, under wood,
Mother will never mind it, deary,
With you hammocked in her hood.
Hush! my honey! See, my sonny,
How from off the Autumn trees
Sparkling showers of fairy money
Fall and flutter in the breeze!
How from off the Autumn trees
Sparkling showers of fairy money
Fall and flutter in the breeze!
Hush! the Queen bee to her levee,
Buzz-a-buzz! with humming sport,
From the blossoms in a bevy
Calls her golden glancing court.
Buzz-a-buzz! with humming sport,
From the blossoms in a bevy
Calls her golden glancing court.
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Hark! the cushats without number
In the tree-tops o'er our track
“Coo-a-coo!” to smiling slumber
Coax the boyo on my back.
In the tree-tops o'er our track
“Coo-a-coo!” to smiling slumber
Coax the boyo on my back.
Shoheen sho ho! lulla lo lo!
Safe from sight and sound of harm,
Dream till daddy lifts his laddy
Laughing up upon his arm.
Dream! Dream!
Safe from sight and sound of harm,
Dream till daddy lifts his laddy
Laughing up upon his arm.
Dream! Dream!
UNDER THE ARBUTUS
In the green arbutus shadow
On the lovely banks of Loune,
I would rock my laughing laddo
In his cradle up and down;
Up and down, and to and fro,
Singing lulla, lulla lo!
On the lovely banks of Loune,
I would rock my laughing laddo
In his cradle up and down;
Up and down, and to and fro,
Singing lulla, lulla lo!
Soft cloud fleeces, floating o'er us,
Curtain up the staring sun!
Pretty birds, in loving chorus,
Pipe around my precious one!
Pipe your softest shoheen sho,
Tirra lirra! lulla lo!
Curtain up the staring sun!
Pretty birds, in loving chorus,
Pipe around my precious one!
Pipe your softest shoheen sho,
Tirra lirra! lulla lo!
See! the sky to brightest blossom
Flowers within the furthest West,
And the babe upon my bosom
Flushes with the rose of rest;
Whilst with magic light aglow
Loune gives back my lulla lo!
Flowers within the furthest West,
And the babe upon my bosom
Flushes with the rose of rest;
Whilst with magic light aglow
Loune gives back my lulla lo!
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THE CRADLE OF GOLD
I'd rock my own sweet Childie to rest
In a cradle of gold on the bough of the willow,
To the shoheen ho! of the Wind of the West
And the lulla lo! of the blue sea billow.
Sleep, baby dear!
Sleep without fear!
Mother is here beside your pillow.
In a cradle of gold on the bough of the willow,
To the shoheen ho! of the Wind of the West
And the lulla lo! of the blue sea billow.
Sleep, baby dear!
Sleep without fear!
Mother is here beside your pillow.
I'd put my own sweet Childie to float
In a silver boat on the beautiful river,
Where a shoheen! whisper the white cascades
And a lulla lo! the green flags shiver.
Sleep, baby dear!
Sleep without fear!
Mother is here with you for ever!
In a silver boat on the beautiful river,
Where a shoheen! whisper the white cascades
And a lulla lo! the green flags shiver.
Sleep, baby dear!
Sleep without fear!
Mother is here with you for ever!
Shoheen ho! to the rise and fall
Of Mother's bosom, 'tis sleep has bound you!
And oh, my Child, what cosier nest
For rosier rest could love have found you?
Sleep, baby dear!
Sleep without fear!
Mother's two arms are close around you!
Of Mother's bosom, 'tis sleep has bound you!
And oh, my Child, what cosier nest
For rosier rest could love have found you?
Sleep, baby dear!
Sleep without fear!
Mother's two arms are close around you!
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