Lullaby

The rook's nest do rock on the tree-top

Where vew foes can stand;

The martin's is high, an' is deep

In the steep cliff o' zand.

But thou, love, a-sleepin' where vootsteps

Mid come to thy bed,

Hast father an' mother to watch thee

An' shelter thy head.

Lullaby, Lilybrow. Lie asleep;

Blest be thy rest.

An' zome birds do keep under ruffèn

Their young vrom the storm,

An' zome wi' nest-hoodens o' moss

An' o' wool, do lie warm.

An' we wull look well to the house ruf

That o'er thee mid leak,

An' the blast that mid beat on thy winder

Shall not smite thy cheak.

Lullaby, Lilybrow. Lie asleep;

Blest be thy rest.