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Babe Will Be Uneasy
Translated by George Sigerson (1907) · From Bards of the Gael and Gall (1907)
And O bo, my baby bright!
Do you know a woman's way?
'Tis I, myself, that learned it right
Whatsoe'er she seem to say.
Is she sick, or is she slow,
Is her soft heart sinking low,
If dad don't kiss the nurse, I know
Babe will be uneasy!
If wine of wines you bring to her,
Babe will be uneasy!
Give all the birds that sing to her,
Fruits from Roe to Ring to her,
The country of a king to her.
Unless a kiss you bring to her,
Babe will be uneasy!
If Limerick you gave to her,
Babe will be uneasy!
And Cork so bright and brave to her,
Babe will be uneasy!
Gems that monarchs crave, to her,
Give gold that fills a cave to her,
If no caress you gave to her,
Babe will be uneasy!
Wine were want and miss to her,
Babe will be uneasy!
Norway's flock no bliss to her,
Babe will be uneasy?
Gold a hate and hiss to her,
Babe will be uneasy!
Unless you give a kiss to her,
Babe will be uneasy!
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MLA
Anonymous (Irish Gaelic, later). “Babe Will Be Uneasy.” Translated by George Sigerson. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/anonymous-irish-gaelic/138/.
Chicago
Anonymous (Irish Gaelic, later). “Babe Will Be Uneasy.” Translated by George Sigerson. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/anonymous-irish-gaelic/138/.
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