IRISH LULLABY.
Husho, husho 1 Winds are wild in the willows.
Birds are warm in their downy nests — every bird but you ; King's children wake and toss on silken pillows, You have but a broken roof to keep you from the dew — husho ! Husho, husho 1 Rain falls cold in the city, Here rain falls kindly, warm on sleeping eyes ; Husho, husho ! even clouds take pity On my vourneen deelish, and leave you silver skies — husho ? Husho, husho ! Silver skies to sail in, In a boat of amber, warm as any nest ; Ah, but can my cushla find no place to wail in But the warmest place on earth, and that her mother's breast ? Husho, husho I — Nora Hopper, in New York Tribune.
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New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXIV, Issue 51, 23 April 1897, Page 27
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123IRISH LULLABY. New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXIV, Issue 51, 23 April 1897, Page 27
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