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Fair is the castle up on the hill -- / Hushaby, sweet my own! / The night is fair, and the waves are still, / And the wind is singing to you and to me / In this lowly home beside the sea -- / Hushaby, sweet my own!
On yonder hill is store of wealth -- / Hushaby, sweet my own! / And revellers drink to a little one's health; / But you and I bide night and day / For the other love that has sailed away -- / Hushaby, sweet my own!