Lullaby of an Infant Chief
O hush thee, my babie, thy sire was a knight,
Thy mother a lady, both lovely and bright;
The woods and the glens, from the towers which we see,
They all are belonging, dear babie, to thee
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O hush thee, my babie, thy sire was a knight,
Thy mother a lady, both lovely and bright;
The woods and the glens, from the towers which we see,
They all are belonging, dear babie, to thee
Давно, взлетев на корабле
Из звёздной пыли,
Меня забыли на Земле,
Меня забыли!
Я дик, мне люди не родня,
Ah cease thy tears and sobs, my little life
I did but snatch away the unclasped knife:
Some safer toy will soon arrest thine eye,
And to quick laughter change this peevish cry