LULLABY OF AN INFANT CHIEF - Frederick George Scott Poems

 
 

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LULLABY OF AN INFANT CHIEF

  O hush thee, my babie, thy sire was a knight,
Thy mother a lady, both lovely and bright;
The woods and the glens, from the towers which we see,
They all are belonging, dear babie, to thee.
        O ho ro, i ri ri, cadul gu lo,
        O ho ro, i ri ri, cadul gu lo.

  O fear not the bugle, though loudly it blows,
It calls but the warders that guard thy repose;
Their bows would be bended, their blades would be red,
Ere the step of a foeman drew near to thy bed.
        O ho ro, i ri ri, cadul gu lo,
        O ho ro, i ri ri, cadul gu lo.

  O hush thee, my babie, the time soon will come
When thy sleep shall be broken by trumpet and drum;
Then hush thee, my darling, take rest while you may,
For strife comes with manhood, and waking with day.
        O ho ro, i ri ri, cadul gu lo,
        O ho ro, i ri ri, cadul gu lo.