Lullaby of an Infant Chief

O hush thee, my babie, thy sire was a knight,

Thy mother a lady, both lovely and bright;

The woods and the glens, from the towers which we see,

They all are belonging, dear babie, to thee.

        O ho ro, i ri ri, cadul gu lo,

        O ho ro, i ri ri, cadul gu lo.

O fear not the bugle, though loudly it blows,

It calls but the warders that guard thy repose;

Their bows would be bended, their blades would be red,

Ere the step of a foeman drew near to thy bed.

       O ho ro, i ri ri, cadul gu lo,

       O ho ro, i ri ri, cadul gu lo.

O hush thee, my babie, the time soon will come

When thy sleep shall be broken by trumpet and drum;

Then hush thee, my darling, take rest while you may,

For strife comes with manhood, and waking with day.

       O ho ro, i ri ri, cadul gu lo,

       O ho ro, i ri ri, cadul gu lo.

NOTESForm: aabb and refrain