The James T. Callow Folklore Archive
An Irish Lullaby
Sleep, o babe, for the red bee hums,
The silent twilight's fall,
Eval from the grey rock comes
To wrap the world inthrall.
A lyan van o, my child, my joy,
My love and 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.
Sheevra sails his boat 'til morn
Upon the starry bog.
A lyan van o, the pal'y moon
Has wrapped her cusp in dew
And weeps to hear the sad sleep tune
I sing, oh, love, to you.
An authentic Irish song as I remember we sang it each year on St. Patrick's Day at the girls' boarding school I went to.
Data entry tech comment:
Informant and collector are the same person.
Where learned: GIRLS BOARDING SCHOOL
|Subject headings:||Ballad Song Dance Game Music Verse -- Cradle song Lullaby|