Hush, bonnie, dinna greit; <br />Moder will rocke her sweete,- <br />Balow, my boy! <br />When that his toile ben done, <br />Daddie will come anone,- <br />Hush thee, my lyttel one; <br />Balow, my boy! <br /> <br />Gin thou dost sleepe, perchaunce <br />Fayries will come to daunce,- <br />Balow, my boy! <br />Oft hath thy moder seene <br />Moonlight and mirkland queene <br />Daunce on thy slumbering een,- <br />Balow, my boy! <br /> <br />Then droned a bomblebee <br />Saftly this songe to thee: <br />'Balow, my boy!' <br />And a wee heather bell, <br />Pluckt from a fayry dell, <br />Chimed thee this rune hersell: <br />'Balow, my boy!' <br /> <br />Soe, bonnie, dinna greit; <br />Moder doth rock her sweete,- <br />Balow, my boy! <br />Give mee thy lyttel hand, <br />Moder will hold it and <br />Lead thee to balow land,- <br />Balow, my boy!<br /><br />Eugene Field<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/old-english-lullaby/
