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Hush, bonnie, dinna greit; / Moder will rocke her sweete, -- / Balow, my boy! / When that his toile ben done, / Daddie will come anone, -- / Hush thee, my lyttel one; / Balow, my boy!
Gin thou dost sleepe, perchaunce / Fayries will come to daunce, -- / Balow, my boy! / Oft hath thy moder seene / Moonlight and mirkland queene / Daunce on thy slumbering een, -- / Balow, my boy!
Then droned a bomblebee / Saftly this songe to thee: / "Balow, my boy! " / And a wee heather bell, / Pluckt from a fayry dell, / Chimed thee this rune hersell: / "Balow, my boy!"
Soe, bonnie, dinna greit; / Moder doth rock her sweete, -- / Balow, my boy! / Give mee thy lyttel hand, / Moder will hold it and / Lead thee to balow land, -- / Balow, my boy!