The Gartan Mother’s Lullaby

Sleep oh babe, for the red bee hums the silent twilight's fall,
 Aoibheall from the grey rock comes, to wrap the world in thrall.
 A leanbhan oh, my child, my joy, my love, my heart's desire,
 The crickets sing you lullaby, beside the dying fire.
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 Dusk is drawn and the Green Man's thorn is wreathed in rings of fog,
 Siabhra sails his boat till morn, upon the Starry Bog.
 A leanbhan oh, the pale half-moon hath brimmed her cusp in dew,
 And weeps to hear the sad sleep-tune, I sing, oh love, to you.
 Faintly sweet doth the chapel bell, ring o'er the valley dim,
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 Tearmann's peasant voices swell, in fragrant evening hymn.
 A leanbhan oh, the low bell rings, my little lamb to rest,
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 And angel-dreams till morning sings, its music in your head.
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 Sleep oh babe, for the red bee hums the silent twilight's fall,
 Aoibheall from the grey rock comes, to wrap the world in thrall.
 A leanbhan oh, my child, my joy, my love, my heart's desire,
 The crickets sing you lullaby, beside the dying fire.
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 The crickets sing you lullaby, beside the dying fire.