Celtic lullabies Traditional listen online

From the rugged shores of Ireland, to Brittany's pine-covered hills, the Celtic world has a long tradition of lullabies. Enjoy calm fiddle and harp bedtime songs, listen and download Celtic nursery music on our website.

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October Winds (The Castle of Dromore)
Margie Butler

The October winds lament
Around the Castle of Dromore,
Yet peace is in its lofty halls,
My loving treasure store.
Though autumn leaves may droop and die
A bud of spring are you.
Sing hush-a-bye loo, la loo, lo lan,
Sing hush-a-bye loo, la lo.

Bring no ill winds to hinder us,
My helpless babe and me,
Dread spirit of Blackwater banks,
Clan Owen's wild banshee.
And Holy Mary pitying us
In heav'n for grace doth sue.
Sing hush-a-bye loo, la loo, lo lan,
Sing hush-a-bye loo, la lo.

Take time to thrive, my rose of hope,
In the garden of Dromore.
Take heed, young eagle, till your wings
Are feathered fit to soar.
A little rest and then the world
Is full of work to do
Sing hush-a-bye loo, la loo, lo lan,
Sing hush-a-bye loo, la lo.


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Garten Mother's Lullaby
Teresa Doyle

Sleep, my child, for the red bee hums the silent twilight's fall
Darkness from the grey rock comes to wrap the world in thrall
A lyan van o, my child, my joy, my love and heart's desire
The crickets sing you lullaby beside the dying fire

Dusk is drawn and the Green Man's thorn is wreathed in rings of fog
Sheevra sails his boat 'til morn upon the starry bog
A lyan van o, the paly moon hath brimm'd her cusp in dew
And weeps to hear the sad, sleep tune I sing, o love, to you

Sleep, O babe, for the red bee hums the silent twilight's fall
Eeval from the grey rock comes to wrap the world in thrall
A lyan van o, my child, my joy, my love and heart's desire
The crickets sing you lullaby beside the dying fire

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Suantrai (Celtic lullaby)
Margie Butler

Seóthín, seóthó, mo stóirín, mo leanbh, 
Mo sheoid gan chealg, mo chuid den tsaol mhór. 
Seóthín, seóthó, nach mór é a taithneamh, 
Mo stóirín ina leaba, ‘na chodladh gan brón. 
A leanbh mo chléibh, go n-éiri do chodladh leat, 
Séan agus sonas a choice ‘do chomhair. 
Seo beannacht Mhic Dé agus téagar a Bhuime leat. 
Téir a chodladh gan bíogadh go ló. 

Ar mhullach a tSí tá síoga geala, 
Fá chaoinré an earraigh ag imirt a spóirt 
Seo iad aniar chun glaoch ar mo leanbh 
Le mian é a tharraing isteach sa Lios Mór. 
Goirm thú, a chroí! Ní bhfaighidh said do mhealladh 
Le brí a gcleas, ná le binneas a gceol. 
Tá mise led’ thaobh ag guí ort na mbeannacht, 
Seóthín, a leanbh, ní imeoidh tú leo. 

Os comhair mo lao go míochair ceanúil, 
Tá dílroisc aingeal ag faire ina threo, 
Le mórghrá dian á’ iarraidh chun bealaigh 
Mar b’aoibhne Flaithis dá rachadh sé leo. 
A stór mo chroí, luigh siar i do leaba, 
Le taobh do mhama is ea fhanfair go fóill. 
Ní mór liom ag Día mo shiamsa ‘gus m’aiteas, 
Mo ríocht ar talamh i dteannta mo bhróid. 

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Castle Of Dromore
Brigit Well

The October winds lament 
around the castle of Dromore 
Yet peace is in her lofty halls 
My loving treasure store 

Though Autumn leaves may droop and die 
a bud of spring are you sing hush-a-by 
loo,la-lo,la lan 
sing hush-a-by loo la lo 

Bring no ill will to hinder us 
my helpless babe and me dread spirits 
of the blackwater clan owen's wild banshee 
and Holy Mary pitying us in Heaven 
for grace doth sue sing hush-a-by 
loo,la-lo,la lan sing hush-a-by loo la lo 

Take time to thrive my ray of hope 
in the garden of Dromore 
Take heed young eaglet 
till thy wings are feathered fit to soar 
a little rest and then the world 
is full of work to do 
sing hush-a-by loo,
la-lo,la lan sing hush-a-by loo la lo

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Gartan mother's lullaby
Margie Butler

Sleepbabefor the red-bee hums
The silent twilight's fall:
Aibheall fromt he Grey Rock comes
To wrap the world in thrall.
leanbhan omy childmy joy,
My love and heart's-desire,
The crickets sing you lullaby
Beside the dying fire.


Dusk is drawnand the Green Man's Thorn
Is wreathed in rings of fog:
Siabhra sails his boat till morn
Upon the Starry Bog.
leanbhan o, the pale half moon
Hath brimmed her cusp in dew,
And weeps to hear the sad sleep-tune
singloveto you.

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