Baloo Baleerie (Scottish lullaby ) listen online
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
Lullaby baleerie, lullaby baleerie
Lullaby baleerie, lullaby balee
Go away, little fairies,
Go away, little fairies,
Go away, little fairies,
From our home now
Lullaby baleerie, lullaby baleerie
Lullaby baleerie, lullaby balee
Down come the pretty angels,
Down come the pretty angels,
Down come the pretty angels,
To our home now
Lullaby baleerie, lullaby baleerie
Lullaby baleerie, lullaby balee
Sleep soft, my baby
Sleep soft, my baby
Sleep soft, my baby
In our home now
Lullaby baleerie, lullaby baleerie
Lullaby baleerie, lullaby balee
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My Bonnie lies over the ocean
My Bonnie lies over the sea
My Bonnie lies over the ocean
Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me
Bring back, bring back
Bring back my Bonnie to me, to me
Bring back, bring back
Bring back my Bonnie to me
Last night as I lay on my pillow
Last night as I lay on my bed
Last night as I lay on my pillow
I dreamt that my Bonnie was dead
Oh blow the winds o’er the ocean
And blow the winds o’er the sea
Oh blow the winds o’er the ocean
And bring back my Bonnie to me
The winds have blown over the ocean
The winds have blown over the sea
The winds have blown over the ocean
And brought back my Bonnie to me
Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn,
The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn.
But where is the boy, who looks after the sheep?
He's under a haystack, he's fast asleep.
Will you wake him? No, not I,
For if I do, he's sure to cry.
Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
And a merry old soul was he;
He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl,
And he called for his fiddlers three.
Every fiddler he had a fiddle,
And a very fine fiddle had he;
Oh there's none so rare, as can compare,
With King Cole and his fiddlers three.
