The Music Of Scotland



    Baloo, My Boy
    (Lady Ann Bothwell's Lament)

    Baloo, my boy, lie still and sleep
    It grieves me sore to hear thee weep
    If thou'lt be silent I'll be glad
    Thy moaning makes my heart full sad.
    Baloo, my boy, thy mother's joy
    Thy father bred me great annoy
    Baloo, baloo, baloo, baloo
    Baloo, baloo, lu-li-li-lu.

    O'er thee I keep my lonely watch
    Intent thy lightest breath to catch
    O, when thou wak'st to see thee smile
    And thus my sorrow to beguile.
    Baloo, my boy, thy mother's joy
    Thy father bred me great annoy
    Baloo, my boy, lie still and sleep
    It grieves me sore to hear thee weep.

    Twelve weary months have crept away
    Since he, upon thy natal day
    Left thee and me, to seek afar
    A bloody fate in doubtful war.
    Baloo, my boy, lie still and sleep
    It grieves me sore to hear thee weep
    If thou'lt be silent, I'll be glad
    Thy moaning makes my heart full sad.

    I dreamed a dream but yesternight
    Thy father slain in foreign fight
    He, wounded, stood beside my bed
    His blood ran down upon thy head
    He spoke no word, but looked on me
    Bent low, and gave a kiss to thee!
    Baloo, baloo, my darling boy
    Thou'rt now alone thy mother's joy.


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