C.D. Warner, et al., comp.
The Library of the World’s Best Literature. An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.
Edward Walsh (1805–1850)
The Fairy Nurse
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And soft the snow-white fleece infolds thee;
In airy bower I’ll watch thy sleeping,
Where branchy trees to the breeze are sweeping.
Shuheen, sho, lulo lo!
When young wives are from husbands parted,
Ah! little think the keeners lonely,
They weep some time-worn fairy only.
Shuheen, sho, lulo lol
Trips many a foot of snowy whiteness,—
Stolen maidens, queens of fairy,
And kings and chiefs a slaugh shee airy.
Shuheen, sho, lulo lo!
And as thy mortal mother nearly;
Ours is the swiftest steed and proudest,
That moves where the tramp of the host is loudest.
Shuheen, sho, lulo lo!
Shall flee at the magic Koelshie’s numbers;
In airy bower I’ll watch thy sleeping,
Where branchy trees to the breeze are sweeping.
Shuheen, sho, lulo lo!