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 Ah, little they reck of you and me— Hushaby, sweet my own! In our lonely home beside the sea; They seek the castle up on the hill, And there they will do their ghostly will— Hushaby, O my own!

Here by the sea a mother croons "Hushaby, sweet my own!" In yonder castle a mother swoons While the angels go down to the misty deep Bearing a little one fast asleep— Hushaby, sweet my own!