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 draws near to thy bed. O ho ro, i ri ri, etc. 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, etc. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MISSING THE BO IN THE HENHOUSE by HAYDEN CARRUTH JUNIUS BRUTUS BOOTH by EDGAR LEE MASTERS VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 10. STRESA by SARA TEASDALE FANCY IN NUBIBUS; OR, THE POET IN THE CLOUDS by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE PLOUGHMAN by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE MOWER'S SONG by ANDREW MARVELL |