(Scottish folk tune, Lyrics by Richard Compton, publ. 1921)
Hush-a-by baby, the night winds are sighing,
Go to sleep, go to sleep, crickets are crying;
Sleep till the dew on the grasses is winking,
Sleep till the morning sun wakens you blinking.
Warm in their woolly folds lambkins are resting,
Soft in their swaying beds wee birds are nesting;
All the dark night in your cradle lie dreaming
’Till the broad sun through the window is streaming.
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