The Spectre's Cradle Song

Hush, my bonny babe ! hush, and be still !
Thy mother's arms shall shield thee from ill.
Far have I borne thee, in sorrow and pain,
To drink the breeze of the world again.
The dew shall moisten thy brow so meek,
And the breeze of midnight fan thy cheek,
And soon shall we rest in the bow of the hill ;
Hush, my bonny babe ! hush, and be still !
For thee have I travelled, in weakness and woe,
The world above and the world below.
My heart was soft, and it fell in the snare :
Thy father was cruel, but thou wert fan.
I sinned, I sorrowed, I died for thee ;
Smile, my bonny babe ! smile on me !

See yon thick clouds of murky hue ;
Yon star that peeps from its window blue ;
Above yon clouds, that wander far,
Away, above yon little star,
There's a home of peace that shall soon be thine,
And there shalt thou see thy Father and mine.
The flowers of the world shall bud and decay,
The trees of the forest be weeded away ;
But there shalt thou bloom for ever and aye.
The time will come, I shall follow thee ;
But long, long hence that time shall be :
O weep not thou for thy mother's ill ;
Hush, my bonny babe ! hush, and be still !