Mo cheann ban beag, lie still and rest, I'll pillow thee here on my breast, The sun is tired and turning west, Mo mhuirnin ceann ban beag. Hush O, Hush O, Hush O, my love, O close thine eyes and sleep, my dove, The winds are crooning in the cove, Mo mhuirnin ceann ban beag. Mo cheann ban beag, thy lids of snow, Are loth to hide the gems below, They close and open sweet and slow, Mo mhuirnin ceann ban beag. Hush O, Hush O, Hush O, my love, O close thine eyes and sleep, my dove, The winds are crooning in the cove, Mo mhuirnin ceann ban beag. Mo cheann ban beag, thy golden hair Lies like the halo angels wear; No angel like thee, none so fair, Mo mhuirnin ceann ban beag. Hush O, Hush O, Hush O, my love, O close thine eyes and sleep, my dove, The winds are crooning in the cove, Mo mhuirnin ceann ban beag. Mo cheann ban beag, thy sleeping face, Is beauty's quiet dwelling place, Where dawn rests in the snow's embrace, Mo mhuirnin ceann ban beag. Hush O, Hush O, Hush O, my love, O close thine eyes and sleep, my dove, The winds are crooning in the cove, Mo mhuirnin ceann ban beag. Mo cheann ban beag, 'tis bliss to be The mother of a babe like thee, Thank God who gave the gift to me, Mo mhuirnin ceann ban beag. Hush O, Hush O, Hush O, my love, O close thine eyes and sleep, my dove, The winds are crooning in the cove, Mo mhuirnin ceann ban beag. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ELEPHANT by HILAIRE BELLOC FRAGMENTS WRITTEN WHILE TRAVELING...A MIDWESTERN HEAT WAVE by JAMES GALVIN FICTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 4. THE LOTTERY GIRL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |