by Sir Walter Scott
Adapted by John Henderson on 11th July, 2006, to be sung to
Stephen Foster's, 'Beautiful Dreamer'
Introduction
Hush thee my babe whose sire was a knight,
Mother a lady both lovely and bright.
Woods and the glens from towers which we see,
They all are belonging dear baby to thee.
Fear not the bugle though loudly it blows,
Calls but the warders that guard thy repose;
Bows would be bended, blades would be red,
Ere step of foeman drew near to thy bed.
Ho ro, i ri ri, o cadul gu lo.
Ho ro, i ri ri, cadul gu lo.
Ho ro, i ri ri, o cadul gu lo.
Hush thee my babe for the time will soon come
When sleep shall be broken by trumpet and drum;
Hush thee my darling, rest while you may,
Strife comes with manhood and waking with day.
Fear not the bugle though loudly it blows,
Calls but the warders that guard thy repose;
Bows would be bended, blades would be red,
Ere step of foeman drew near to thy bed.
Ho ro, i ri ri, o cadul gu lo.
Ho ro, i ri ri, cadul gu lo.
Ho ro, i ri ri, o cadul gu lo.
