Saint Bridget's Lullaby

Hushoo, hushoo, tiny King!-

God never made a dearer thing.

Thy poor father's very worn

And would sleep now Thou art born.

Thy wee mother needeth rest-

Suckle now at Bridget's breast.

Hushoo, hushoo, little dear!

Hushoo! or the ass will hear;

And the cattle cannot sleep

If they hear their Saviour weep.

All the village Thou wilt wake-

Hushoo, for Thy parents' sake.

Hushoo! hushoo! or Thy cry

Will make the blessed angels sigh;

And those kings who travelled far,

Following a guiding star,

Will think Thou art not pleased with them.

Hush! they rest in Bethlehem.

* According to the legend, Saint Bridget was the foster-mother of Jesus and

the daughter of Dughall Donn.