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 Fieldbr br