Old English Lullaby

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Hush, bonnie, dinna greit;
Moder will rocke her sweete,-
 Balow, my boy!
When that his toile ben done,
Daddie will come anone,-
Hush thee, my lyttel one;
 Balow, my boy!

Gin thou dost sleepe, perchaunce
Fayries will come to daunce,-
 Balow, my boy!
Oft hath thy moder seene
Moonlight and mirkland queene
Daunce on thy slumbering een,-
 Balow, my boy!

Then droned a bomblebee
Saftly this songe to thee:
 "Balow, my boy!"
And a wee heather bell,
Pluckt from a fayry dell,
Chimed thee this rune hersell:
 "Balow, my boy!"

Soe, bonnie, dinna greit;
Moder doth rock her sweete,-
 Balow, my boy!
Give mee thy lyttel hand,
Moder will hold it and
Lead thee to balow land,-
 Balow, my boy!

© Eugene Field