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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

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.

Kumbaya Lord, kumbaya
Kumbaya Lord, kumbaya
Kumbaya Lord, kumbaya
Oh Lord, kumbaya
Someone's crying, Lord, kumbaya
Someone's crying, Lord, kumbaya
Someone's crying, Lord, kumbaya
Oh Lord, kumbaya

Someone's singing Lord, kumbaya
Someone's singing Lord, kumbaya
Someone's singing Lord, kumbaya
Oh Lord, kumbayah
Someone's sleeping, Lord, kumbaya
Someone's sleeping, Lord, kumbaya
Someone's sleeping, Lord, kumbaya
Oh Lord, kumbaya
Oh Lord, kumbaya

Au clair de la lune
Mon ami Pierrot
Prête-moi ta plume
Pour écrire un mot
Ma chandelle est morte
Je n’ai plus de feu
Ouvre-moi ta porte
Pour l’amour de Dieu

Au clair de la lune
Pierrot répondit :
Je n’ai pas de plume
Je suis dans mon lit
Va chez la voisine
Je crois qu’elle y est
Car dans sa cuisine
On bat le briquet

Dans son lit de plumes
Pierrot se rendort
Il rêve à la lune
Son coeur bat bien fort
Car toujours si bonne
Pour l’enfant tout blanc
La lune lui donne
Son croissant d’argent

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.

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.

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

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

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Eeee eee eee ee uyu yavrum ninni

Ninna nanna, ninna oh
Questo bimbo a chi lo do?
Ninna nanna, ninna oh
Questo bimbo a chi lo do?

Se lo do alla befana
se lo tiene una settimana
Se lo do all’uomo nero
se lo tiene un anno intero

Ninna nanna, nanna fate
Il mio bimbo addormentate

Dance, little baby, dance up high,
Never mind mother is nigh;
Crow and caper, caper and crow -
There, little baby, there you go!
Up to the ceiling, down to the ground,
Backwards and forwards, round and round.
Smile, baby, and mother will sing!
Merrily, merrily, ding, dong, ding!

Peis dinogat e vreith vreith.

O grwyn balaot ban wreith.

Chwit chwit chwidogeith.

Gochanwn gochenyn wythgeith.

Pan elei dy dat ty e helya;

Llath ar y ysgwyd llory eny law.

Ef gelwi gwn gogyhwc.

Giff gaff. Dhaly dhaly dhwg dhwg.

Ef lledi bysc yng corwc.

Mal ban llad. Llew llywywg.

Pan elei dy dat ty e vynyd.

Dydygai ef penn ywrch penn gwythwch pen hyd.

Penn grugyar vreith o venyd.

Penn pysc o rayadyr derwennyd.

Or sawl yt gyrhaedei dy dat ty ae gicwein

O wythwch a llewyn a llwyuein.

Nyt anghei oll ny uei oradein.