Cradle song of the war

Hush! Oh, hush your sobbing, child of my breast;

Midst cruel war our heroes know no rest.

Cold and hunger, dear one, soon shall pass away;

Help will come when night shall turn to day.

Hearts of pity, love, far in the west,

Pray for our safety, giving of their breast.

Hush your sobbing, O my Child; have no fear;

Help is coming soon to save us here:

Hush! My arms are round you, child, and I know

God in heaven sees our anguish here below,

Thro' His mercy ships are speeding over the sea;

Help is coming to you and me. Hush!