Hush, Bonnie, Dinna Greit; Moder Will Rocke Her Sweete,-- Balow, My Boy! When That His Toile Ben Done, Daddie Will Come Anone,-- Hush Thee, My Lyttel One; Balow, My Boy! Gin Thou Dost Sleepe, Perchaunce Fayries Will Come To Daunce,-- Balow, My Boy! Oft Hath Thy Moder Seene Moonlight And Mirkland Queene Daunce On Thy Slumbering Een,-- Balow, My Boy! Then Droned A Bomblebee Saftly This Songe To Thee: "Balow, My Boy!" And A Wee Heather Bell, Pluckt From A Fayry Dell, Chimed Thee This Rune Hersell: "Balow, My Boy!" Soe, Bonnie, Dinna Greit; Moder Doth Rock Her Sweete,-- Balow, My Boy! Give Mee Thy Lyttel Hand, Moder Will Hold It And Lead Thee To Balow Land,-- Balow, My Boy!