I’ll Set You A-swing in a Purple Bell

I’ll set you a-swing in a purple bell
Of the Lady’s finger,
Where brown bees linger,
And loiter long,
I’ll set you a-swing in a fairy dell,
To the silvery ring of a fairy song.

I’ll put you afloat in a boat of pearl
On a moonlit sea,
Where your path shall be
Of silver and blue,
To Fairyland, children, sweet girl,
To its rose-strewn strand bathed in glistening dew.

I’ll make you a nest, a soft, warm nest
In my heart’s core,
Alanniv asthore*
When day is gone,
Where cosily curled on mother’s breast,
My share o’ the world, you’ll rest till dawn.

*Transliteration of the Irish words “leanbh a stór,” which mean “child, my treasure.” (source) (source)