 | The Irish Poems of Alfred Perceval Graves |  |
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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