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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 325 |
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Slumber, my babe ! may the sweet sleep woo you, And from your slumbers may health come to you ! May all diseases now flee and fear you ! May sickness and sorrow never come near you !
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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Slumber, my babe ! pray the sweet sleep woo you, And from your slumbers may health come to you ! May bright dreams come, and come no other, And I be never a childless mother !
To and fro, lulla lo,
To arid fro, my bonny baby !
To and fro, lulla lo,
To and fro, my own sweet baby ! |
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JESUKIN'
From the Irish of « St. Ita " (480-570)
J
ESUKIN Lives my little cell within; What were wealth of cleric high— All is lie but Jesukin.
1 Whitley Stokes, LL.D. " On the Calendar of CEngus," "Royal Irish Academy's Transactions," 1880. Note, p. xxxv.
Jesukin, loving diminutive of Isa—in modern Irish losa— applied to the Child Jesus. |
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