The live long night (Ar hyd y nos)

What avails thy plaintive crying,

Hush, baby, hush!

Though a corse thy father's lying,

Hush, baby, hush!

Tears and sobs in vain endeavour

Back to call the mourn'd for ever!

Never wilt thou see him, never!

Hush, baby, hush!

See! my grief no tears are telling:

Hush, baby, hush!

Hark! my breast no sighs are swelling;

Hush, baby, hush!

No complaint or murmur making;

Nought betrays my heart is aching;

Yet it's breaking, sweet one, breaking.

Hush, baby, hush!