‘Hushabye, my child, asleep without any care, On the roof of the house there are bright fairies, playing and drinking under the gentle rays of the spring moon; here they come, to call my child out, wishing to draw him into the fairy mound. My child, my heart, sleep soundly and well; may good luck and happiness forever be yours; I’m here at your side praying blessings upon you; Hushaby, hush, you’re not going with them.’
