Old English Lullaby

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!