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Hunan blentyn, are fy mynwes
Clyd a chynnes ydyw hon
Breichiau mam sy'n dyn amdanat
Cariad mam sy dan fy mron
Ni chaiff dim amharu'th gyntun
Ni wna undyn a thi gam
Huna'n dawel, annwyl bientyn
Huna'n fwyn are fron dy fam

Huna'n dawel hana huna
Huna'n fwyn why del ei lun
Pam yr wyt yn awr yn gwenum
Gwenu'n dirion yn dy hun
Ai angylion fry sy'n gwenu
Arnat yno'n gwenu'n lion
Titha'you'n gwenu'n ol a huno
Huno'n dawel are fy mron

Paid ag ofni, dim ond deilen
Gura, gura are why ddor
Paid aga ofni ton fach unig
Sua, sua are lan why mor
Huna blentyn nid oes yma
Ddim i roddi iti fraw
Gwena'n dawel are fy mynwes
are yr engyl gwynion draw.

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.

Baloo baleerie, baloo baleerie

Baloo baleerie, baloo balee

Gang awa' peerie faeries,
Gang awa' peerie faeries,
Gang awa' peerie faeries,
Frae oor ben noo.

Baloo baleerie, baloo baleerie
Baloo baleerie, baloo balee

Doon come the bonny angels,
Doon come the bonny angels,
Doon come the bonny angels,
Tae oor ben noo.

Baloo baleerie, baloo baleerie
Baloo baleerie, baloo balee

Sleep saft my baby,
Sleep saft my baby,
Sleep saft my baby,
In oor ben noo.

Baloo baleerie, baloo baleerie
Baloo baleerie, baloo balee

Nish lhisagh shin yn feailley shoh
Y reayll lesh creeaghyn glen
Ayns cooinaghtyn jeh Yeesey Chreest
Oikan ayns Bethlehem

Daag Eh cooyrtn sollys E Ayr
Goaill er yn dooghys ain
Ruggit jeh Moidyn ghlen gyn chron
Oikan ayns Bethlehem

Eisht ainleyn Niau ren boggey ghoaill
Haink lesh ny naightyn hooin
Ginsh jeh Saualtagh ruggiy jiu
Oikan ayns Bethlehem

Nagh mooar yn insblid as y ghraih
V'ayns Yeesey Chreest yn Eayn
Tra ghow Eh er cummey Harvaant
Oikan ayns Bethlehem

Ard gloyr da Jee 'syn yrjid heose
Ta reill ayns maynrys beayn
Aigney mie Yee nish soilhit dooin
Oikan ayns Bethlehem

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!

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. 

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

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

Dans la vitrine, carcasse éclatée,
crinière grise et robe déchirée
Petit cheval de papier, de chiffon
Dors sous la cendre de mille saisons

Parfums de fêtes, souvenirs secrets
Brumes légères au-dessus des marais
Cheval de bois ,de chiffon, de regrets
Teint porelaine de filles de Mai

Tu te souviens ces matins de printemps
Les mariés te couvraient de rubans
Cheval d'amour, de folie, d'évasion
Danses païennes, tambours et chansons

Dans la vitrine, peinture écallée, 
robe sanguine et tiganasse arrachée
Petit cheval de carton, de chagrin
Pour toi je crois à un autre matin

Eveille toi de la nuit du passé
Relève toi des siècles embrumés
Cheval d'argent, destriller triomphant
Renaîs au siècle nouveau qui t'attend
Cheval ardant, destriller flamboyant
Renais au siècle qui vient maintenant

Cheval d'argent destriller triomphant
Renais au siècle nouveau qui t'attend
Cheval ardant, destriller flamboyant
Renaîs au siècle qui vient maintenant

Sleep, o babe, for the red-bee hums
The silent twilight's fall:
Aibheall fromt he Grey Rock comes
To wrap the world in thrall.
A leanbhan 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:
Siabhra sails his boat till morn
Upon the Starry Bog.
A leanbhan o, the pale half moon
Hath brimmed her cusp in dew,
And weeps to hear the sad sleep-tune
I sing, O love, to you.