Hush now my little one-
There’s no need for your crying-
Moon’s rising overhead
And bright daylight is dying.
Raise up your glinting eyes-
Don’t fear to face Orion-
The Hunter’s locked up in the stars
And cowers from the Lion.
Wind whistles in the leaves-
And wolves, they howl louder-
Our teeth are yet more keen than theirs;
Our laughing song is prouder.
Hush now my little one-
No man shall be our master.
Don’t fear the falling night-
The day is falling faster.
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