[00:00.00] 作词 : Aleks Popov[00:00.00] 作曲 : Aleks Popov[00:00.00]……[00:19.00]Oh, hush thee, my babie, thy sire was a knight,[00:23.00]Thy mother, a lady, both lovely and bright;[00:27.00]The woods and the glens, from the towers which we see,[00:31.00]They all are belonging, dear babie, to thee.[00:54.00]Oh, fear not the bugle, though loudly it blows,[01:00.00]It calls but the warders that guard thy repose;[01:04.00]Their bows would be bended, their blades would be red,[01:08.00]Ere the step of a foeman draws near to thy bed.[02:06.00]Oh, hush thee, my babie, the time soon will come,[02:12.00]When thy sleep shall be broken by trumpet and drum[02:16.00]Then hush thee, my darling, take rest while you may,[02:20.00]For strife comes with manhood, and waking with day.