LULLABY OF AN INFANT CHIEF. AIR—"Gadil gu lo." *
I. 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 baby, to thee. O ho ro, i ri ri, cadil gu lo, O ho ro, i ri ri, &c.
II. 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, &c.
III. O hush thee, my baby, 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, &c.
* "Sleep on till day." These words, adapted to a melody somewhat different from the original, are sung in my friend Mr Terry's drama of Guy Mannering.