Gartan Mothers Lullaby

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Sleep, oh babe, for the red bee 
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hums the silent twilight's fall
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Ee val from the grey rock comes to
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 wrap the world in thrall
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A leanbhín ó, my child, my joy, my
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 own and heart's desire
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The crickets sing you lullaby 
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beside the dying fire


Dusk is drawn and the Green Man's 
thorn is wreathed in rings of fog
Sheevra sails his boat till morn, 
across the starry bog
A leanbhín ó, the paley moon has 
brimmed her cusp in dew
And weeps to hear the sad sleep tune
 I sing, o love, to you