Irish Lullaby

Irish Lullaby

I'd rock my own sweet childie to rest in a cradle of 

gold on a bough of the willow,

To the shoheen ho of the wind of the west and the

lulla lo of the soft sea billow.

Sleep, baby dear,

Sleep without fear,

Mother is here beside your pillow.

I'd put my own sweet childie to sleep in a silver boat

on the beautiful river,

Where a shoheen whisper the white cascades, and a

lulla lo the green flags shiver.

Sleep, baby dear,

Sleep without fear,

Mother is here with you for ever.

Lulla lo! to the rise and fall of mother's bosom 'tis

sleep has bound you,

And O, my child, what cosier nest for rosier rest could

love have found you?

Sleep, baby dear,

Sleep without fear,

Mother's two arms are clasped around you.

Another Irish lullaby "Too Ra Loo Ra Loo Ral"

Gracie Og Machree

Gracie Og Machree

(Song of the "Wild Geese.")

I placed the silver in her palm,

By Inny's smiling tide,

And vowed, ere summer time came on,

To claim her as a bride.

But when the summer time came on

I dwelt beyond the sea;

Yet still my heart is ever true

To Gracie Og Machree.

O bonnie are the woods of Targ,

And green thy hills, Rathmore,

And soft the sunlight ever falls

On Darre's sloping shore;

And there the eyes I love- in tears

Shine ever mournfully,

While I am far, and far away

From Gracie Og Machree.

When battle-steeds were neighing loud,

With bright blades in the air,

Next to my inmost heart I wore

A bright tress of her hair.

When stirrup-cups were lifted up

To lips, with soldier glee,

One toast I always fondly pledged,

'Twas Gracie Og Machree.

The Earth and Man

The Earth and Man

A little sun, a little rain,

A soft wind blowing from the west-

And woods and fields are sweet again,

And warmth within the mountain's breast.

So simple is the earth we tread,

So quick with love and life her frame,

Ten thousand years have dawned and fled,

And still her magic is the same.

A little love, a little trust,

A soft impulse, a sudden dream-

And life as dry as desert dust

Is fresher than a mountain stream.

So simple is the heart of man

So ready for new hope and joy;

Ten thousand years since it began

Have left it younger than a boy.

AEolian Harp

AEolian Harp

O pale green sea,

With long pale purple clouds above-

What lies in me like weight of love?

What dies in me

With utter grief, because there comes no sign

Through the sun-raying West, or the dim sea-line?

O salted air,

Blown round the rocky headlands chill-

What calls me there from cove and hill?

What calls me fair

From Thee, the first-born of the youthful night?

Or in the waves is coming through the dusk twilight?

O yellow Star,

Quivering upon the rippling tide-

Sendest so far to one that sigh'd?

Bendest thou, Star,

Above where shadows of the dead have rest

And constant silence, with a message from the blest?

• How to make an aeolian harp and related links from Art Education Daily

Ossain Sang

Ossain Sang

Sweet is the voice in the land of gold,

And sweeter the music of birds that soar,

When the cry of the heron is heard on the wold,

And the waves break softly on Bundatrore.

Down floats on the murmuring of the breeze

The call of the cuckoo from Cossahun,

The blackbird is warbling among the trees,

And soft is the kiss of the warming sun.

The cry of the eagle of Assaroe

O'er the court of Mac Morne to me is sweet,

And sweet is the cry of the bird below

Where the wave and the wind and the tall cliff meet.

Fin mac Cool is the father of me,

Whom seven battalions of Fenians fear:

When he launches his hounds on the open lea

Grand is their cry as they rouse the deer.