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. 


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