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The crickets sing you lullaby, beside the dying fire. |
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Siabhra sails his boat till morn, upon the Starry Bog. |
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Sleep O babe, for the red bee hums the silent twilight's fall, |
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Aoibheall from the grey rock comes, to wrap the world in thrall. |
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A leanbhan O, my child, my joy, my love and my heart's desire, |
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The crickets sing you lullaby, beside the dying fire. |
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THE GARTAN MOTHER'S LULLABY |
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Sleep O babe, for the red bee hums the silent twilight's fall, |
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Aoibheall from the grey rock comes, to wrap the world in thrall. |
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A leanbhan O, my child, my joy, my love and my heart's desire, |
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Dusk is drawn and the Green Man's thorn is wreathed in rings of fog, |
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A leanbhan O, the paly moon hath brimmed her cusp in dew, |
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And weeps to hear the sad sleep-tune, I sing O love to you. |
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Faintly sweet doth the chapel bell, ring o'er the valley dim, |
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Tearmann's peasant voices swell, in fragrant evening hymn. |
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A leanbhan O, the low bell rings, my little lamb to rest, |
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And angel- dreams till morning sings, its music in your breast. |
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