Gartan Mother’s Lullaby

   

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Sleep my child for the red bee hums

The silent twilight falls

Aoibheall from the grey rock comes

And wraps the world in thrall

A leanbhan 'O, my child, my joy,

My love my heart's desire

The crickets sing you lullaby

Beside the dying fire.

   

Dusk is drawn and the green man's thorn

Is wreathed in rings of fog

Siabhra sails his boat till morn

Upon the starry bog

A leanbhan 'O the pale half moon

Hath brimmed her cusp with dew

And weeps to hear the sad sleep tune

I sing my love to you.

Faintly sweet doth the chapel bell

Ring o'er the valley dim:

Tearmann's peasant-voices swell

In fragrant evening hymn.

A leanbhan O, the low bell rings

My little lamb to rest

And angel-dreams till morning sings

Its music in your head.

 

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