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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

Ushag veg ruy ny moanee doo
Moanee doo. moanee doo
Ushag veg ruy ny moanee doo
C'raad chaddil oo riyr 'syn oie?

Nagh chaddil mish riyr er baare y crouw
Baare y crouw, baare y crouw
Lesh fliaghey tuittym er dagh cheu
As ogh! my chadley cha treih

Nagh chaddil mish riyr er baare y dress
Baare y dress, baare y dress
Tra va' gheay sheidey v'ey gymmyrkey Ihee
As ogh! my chadley cha treih

Chaddil mish riyr eddyr daa ghuilbag
Eddyr daa ghuillag, eddyr daa ghuilag
Myr cadley yn oikan er keeagh y vummig
As O! my chadley cha kuine

Every morning, when I wake,
Dear Lord, a little prayer I make,
O please to keep Thy loving eye
On all poor creatures born to die.

And every evening at sun-down
I ask a blessing on the town,
For whether we last the night or no
I’m sure is always touch-and-go.

We are not wholly bad or good
Who live our lives under Milk Wood,
And Thou, I know, wilt be the first
To see our best side, not our worst.

O let us see another day!
Bless us this holy night, I pray,
And to the sun we all will bow
And say, goodbye – but just for now!

Huna blentyn ar fy mynwes,

Clyd a chynnes ydyw hon;
Breichiau mam sy'n dynn amdanat,
Cariad mam sy dan fy mron;
Ni chaiff dim amharu'th gyntun,
Ni wna undyn â thi gam;
Huna'n dawel, annwyl blentyn,
Huna'n fwyn ar fron dy fam.

Huna'n dawel, heno, huna,
Huna'n fwyn, y tlws ei lun;
Pam yr wyt yn awr yn gwenu,
Gwenu'n dirion yn dy hun?
Ai angylion fry sy'n gwenu,
Arnat ti yn gwenu'n llon,
Tithau'n gwenu'n ôl dan huno,
Huno'n dawel ar fy mron?

Paid ag ofni, dim ond deilen
Gura, gura ar y ddôr;
Paid ag ofni, ton fach unig
Sua, sua ar lan y môr;
Huna blentyn, nid oes yma
Ddim i roddi iti fraw;
Gwena'n dawel yn fy mynwes.
Ar yr engyl gwynion draw.

Ljuljaj mi sine,
Ljuljaj mi nado moja,
Ljuljaj mi unučiću moj.

I tvoja će baka spati
I na krilo tebe zvati,
Nunaj mi golube moj…

There was a friendly, but naive King,
Who wed a very nasty Queen.
The King was loved but,
the Queen was feared.
Til one day, strolling in his court,
an arrow pierced the kind King's heart.
He lost his life and his Lady love.

Z popielnika na Wojtusia
Iskiereczka mruga
Chodź opowiem ci bajeczkę
Bajka będzie długa

Žyła sobie raz królewna
Pokochała grajka
Król wyprawił im wesele
I skończona bajka

Žyła sobie Baba Jaga,
Miała domek z masła.
A w tem dome same dziwy
Pst! Iskierka zgasła.

Z popielnika na Wojtusia
Iskiereczka mruga
Chodź opowiem ci bajeczkę
Bajka będzie długa

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. 

Szerelem, szerelem,
átkozott gyötrelem,
mért nem virágoztál
minden fatetejen?

Minden fa tetején,
diófa levelén.
úgy szaki^sztott volna
minden leány s legény.

Mer én is szaki^sztottam
s el is szalasztottam.
én is szaki^sztottam
s el is szalasztottam.

Hej de még szaki^sztanék
ha jóra találnék
ha jóra, ha szépre
régi szeretö^mre.

S a régi szeretö^mért
mit nem cselekedném?
Tengerbö^l a vizet
kanállal lemerném.

S a tenger fenekérö^l
apró gyöngyöt szednék
s a régi szeretö^mnek
gyöngykoszorút kötnék.

Oh hush thee my dove, oh hush thee my rowan,
Oh hush thee my lapwing, my little brown bird.

Oh fold thy wings and seek thy nest now,
Oh shine the berry on the bright tree,
The bird is home from the mountain and valley.
Oh horo hi ri ri. Cadul gu lo