O hush thee my baby

1. O hush thee, my baby,
thy sire was a knight.
Thy mother a ladye,
both gentle and bright.
O horo eeree, caidil gu Lo,
o horo eeree, caidil gu Lo.

2. O hush thee, my baby,
the time soon will come
when thy sleep shall be broken
with trumpet and drum.
O horo eeree, caidil gu Lo,
o horo eeree, caidil gu Lo.

3. Then hush thee, my darling,
take rest while you may,
for strife comes with manhood
and waking with day.
O horo eeree, caidil gu Lo,
o horo eeree, caidil gu Lo.