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324 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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And Love shall lead us far away, Oh, dear the dells of Dunanore,
A home is odorous Ossory ; But sweet as honey, running o'er, The Golden Shore of Far-Away! |
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IRISH LULLABY
Irish folk-song is full of beautiful lullabies. • This is supposed to be of great antiquity.
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'LL put you myself, my baby ! to slumber; Not as is done by the clownish number,— A yellow blanket and coarse sheet bringing, But in golden cradle softly swinging. To and fro, lulla lo, To and fro, my bonnie baby ! To and fro, lulla lo, To and fro, my own sweet baby !
I'll put you myself, my baby ! to slumber,
On sunniest day of the pleasant summer;
Your golden cradle on smooth lawn laying,
'Neath murmuring boughs that the winds are swaying
To and fro, lulla lo,
To and fro, my bonnie baby!
To and fro, lulla lo,
To and fro, my own sweet baby ! |
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1 There is as Dr. Petrie has indicated a great likeness between the melodies of Irish lullabies and those of Eastern Nations, |
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