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The Gartan Mother’s Lullaby
Hazel Conway; Geraldine O'Doherty
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Sleep oh babe, for the red bee hums the silent twilight's fall,
Aoibheall from the grey rock comes, to wrap the world in thrall.
A leanbhan oh, my child, my joy, my love, my heart's desire,
The crickets sing you lullaby, beside the dying fire.
Dusk is drawn and the Green Man's thorn is wreathed in rings of fog,
Siabhra sails his boat till morn, upon the Starry Bog.
A leanbhan oh, the pale half-moon hath brimmed her cusp in dew,
And weeps to hear the sad sleep-tune, I sing, oh love, to you.
Faintly sweet doth the chapel bell, ring o'er the valley dim,
Tearmann's peasant voices swell, in fragrant evening hymn.
A leanbhan oh, the low bell rings, my little lamb to rest,
And angel-dreams till morning sings, its music in your head.
Sleep oh babe, for the red bee hums the silent twilight's fall,
Aoibheall from the grey rock comes, to wrap the world in thrall.
A leanbhan oh, my child, my joy, my love, my heart's desire,
The crickets sing you lullaby, beside the dying fire.
The crickets sing you lullaby, beside the dying fire.