Eugene Field's Poem: Old English Lullaby

A poem by Eugene Field
Old English Lullaby
________________________________________________ Title: Old English Lullaby Author: Eugene Field [More Titles by Field] 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! [The end] Eugene Field's poem: Old English Lullaby ________________________________________________ GO TO TOP OF SCREEN

A poem by Eugene Field