Ann's Cradle Song

Now silent falls the clacking mill;

Sweet - sweeter smells the briar;

The dew wells big on bud and twig;

The glow-worm's wrapt in fire.

Then sing, lully, lullay, with me,

And softly, lill-lall-lo, love,

'Tis high time, and wild time,

And no time, no, love!

The Western sky has veiled her rose;

The night-wind to the willow

Sigheth, "Now, lovely, lean thy head,

Thy tresses be my pillow!"

Then sing, lully, lullay, with me,

And softly, lill-lall-lo, love,

'Tis high time, and wild time,

And no time, no, love!

Cries in the brake, bells in the sea:

The moon o'er moor and mountain

Cruddles her light from height to height,

Bedazzles pool and fountain.

Leap, fox; hoot, owl; wail, warbler sweet:

'Tis midnight now's a-brewing;

The fairy mob is all abroad,

And witches at their wooing --

Then sing, lully, lullay, with me,

And softly, lill-lall-lo, love,

'Tis high time, and wild time,

And no time, no, love.