Lullaby of an Infant Chief (unsourced)

O hush thee, my babie, thy sire was a knight,Thy mother a lady, both lovely and bright;The woods and the glens, from the towers which we see,They all are belonging, dear babie, to thee.

O fear not the bugle, though loudly it blows,It calls but the warders that guard thy repose;Their bows would be bended, their blades would be red,Ere the step of a foeman drew near to thy bed.

O hush thee, my babie, the time soon will comeWhen thy sleep shall be broken by trumpet and drum;Then hush thee, my darling, take rest while you may,For strife comes with manhood, and waking with day.