Hushing song

Eilidh, Eilidh,

My bonny wee lass:

The winds blow,

And the hours pass.

But never a wind

Can do thee wrong,

Brown Birdeen, singing

Thy bird-heart song.

And never an hour

But has for thee

Blue of the heaven

And green of the sea:

Blue for the hope of thee,

Eilidh, Eilidh;

Green for the joy of thee,

Eilidh, Eilidh.

Swing in they nest, then,

Here on my heart,

Birdeen, Birdeen,

Here on my heart,

Here on my heart!