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CSleep my chEmild, for the Amred bee hums the Fsilent Gtwilight's Cfall ACoibheEmall from the gAmrey rock comes, to Fwrap thEme world inF thrall A leanbChan EmO, my chAmild, my joy, my loFve my heEmart's desFire The cricFket siEmngs your a lAmullaFby, beside the dGying fiCre.
Dusk is drawn and the Green Man's thorn is wreathed in rings of fog Siabhra sails his boat till morn, upon the Starry Bog A leanbhan O, the paly moon hath brimmed her cusp in dew And weeps to hear the sad sleep-tune, I sing O love to you. Faintly sweet doth the chapel bell, ring o'er the valley dim Tearmann's peasant voices swell, in fragrant evening hymn A leanbhan O, the low bell rings, my little lamb to rest And angel-dreams till morning sings, its music in your breast. Pronunciation- Aoibheall- Ee-vall Leanbhan- Lyan-van Siabhra- Shee-vra Tearmann- Char-muns The words are gaelic, so they are a wee bit different then what you would expect to pronounce them... but there they are!!! If there is anything wrong with it please let me know!