Hush thee, my baby boy, hush thee to sleep, Soft in my bosom laid, why should'st thou weep? Hush thee, my pretty babe, why should'st thou fear? Well can thy father wield broadsword and spear. Lullaby, lullaby, hush thee to rest, Snug in my arms as a bird in its nest; Sweet be thy slumbers, boy, dreaming the while A dream that shall dimple the cheek with a smile. Helpless and weak as thou'rt now on my knee, My eaglet shall yet spread its wings and be free-- Free on the mountainside, free in the glen, Strong-handed, swift-footed, a man among men. Then shall my "dalt" bring his "muim" a good store Of game from the mountains, and fish from the shore; Cattle and sheep and goats--graze where they may-- My "dalta" will find ere the dawn of the day. Thy father and uncles with target and sword, Will back each bold venture by ferry and ford; From thy hand I will yet drain a beaker of wine, And the toast shall be--"Health, and the lowing of kine!" Then rest thee, my foster-son, sleep and be still; The first star of night twinkles bright on the hill; My brave boy is sleeping--kind angels watch o'er him, And safe to the light of the morning restore him. Lullaby, lullaby, what should he fear, Well can his father wield broadsword and spear! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JAWEH AND ALLAH BATTLE by ALLEN GINSBERG CHAMBER MUSIC: 14 by JAMES JOYCE TO HELEN KELLER - HUMANITARIAN, SOCIAL DEMOCRAT, GREAT SOUL by EDWIN MARKHAM DOMESDAY BOOK: AT FAIRBANKS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS O GLORIOUS FRANCE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |