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[ti:Lullaby of an Infant Chief] |
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[ar:Sunset Wings] |
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Oh, hush thee, my babie, thy sire was a knight, |
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Thy mother, a lady, both lovely and bright; |
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The woods and the glens, from the towers which we see, |
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They all are belonging, dear babie, to thee. |
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Oh, fear not the bugle, though loudly it blows, |
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It calls but the warders that guard thy repose; |
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Their bows would be bended, their blades would be red, |
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Ere the step of a foeman draws near to thy bed. |
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Oh, hush thee, my babie, the time will soon come, |
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When thy sleep shall be broken by trumpet and drum |
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Then hush thee, my darling, take rest while you may, |
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For strife comes with manhood, and waking with day. |
