O hush thee, my babie, thy sire was a knight,
Thy mother a lady both gentle and bright,
Both gentle and bright;
The woods and the glens from the tow'rs which we see,
They are all belonging, dear babie, to thee,
They are all belonging, dear babie, to thee.

Sopranos	Altos, Tenors & Basses
	O hush thee, my babie,
O hush thee,	O hush thee, my babie,
my babie.	O hush thee, my babie.

O fear not the bugle though loudly it blows;
It calls but the warders that guard thy repose,
That guard thy repose.
Their bows would be bended their blades would be red,
Ere the step of a foeman draws near to thy bed,
Ere the step of a foeman draws near to thy bed.

Sopranos	Altos, Tenors & Basses
	O hush thee, my babie,
O hush thee,	O hush thee, my babie,
my babie.	O hush thee, my babie.

O hush thee, my babie, the time will soon come,
When thy sleep shall be broken by trumpet and drum,
By trumpet and drum.
Then hush thee, my darling, take rest while you may,
For strife comes with manhood, and waking with day,
For strife comes with manhood, and waking with day.
O hush thee, my babie,
O hush thee, my babie,
O hush thee, my babie,
O hush thee, my babie,
O hush thee, O hush thee, my babie.