Deirin de, Deirin de! The brown bittern speaks in the bog; Deirin de, Deirin de! The night-jar is abroad on the heath. Deirin de, Deirin de! Kine will go west at dawn of day; Deirin de, Deirin de! And my child will go to the pasture to mind them. Deirin de, Deirin de! Moon will rise and sun will set; Deirin de, Deirin de! Kine will come east at end of day. Deiring de, Deirin de! I will let my child go gathering blackberries, Deirin de, Deirin de! If he sleep softly till the ring of day! |