Sir Walter Scott Lullaby of an Infant Chief O hush thee, my baby, thy sire was a knight, — Thy mother a lady both lovely and bright; The woods and the glens, from the towers which we see, They all are belonging, dear baby, to thee. O fear not the bugle, though loudly it blows, It calls but the warders that guard thy repose; Their bows would be bended, their blades would be red, Ere the step of a foeman drew near to thy bed. O hush thee, my baby, the time soon will come, When thy sleep shall be broken by trumpet and drum; Then hush thee, my darling, take rest while you may, For strife comes with manhood, and waking with day. __________________________________________________________________________________________ К списку авторов К списку произведений