Oh! Slumber, my darling, thy sire is a knight
Thy mother a lady, so lovely and bright!
The hills and the dales from the towers which we see

They all shall belong, my dear infant, to thee, Oh!
Rest thee, babe, rest thee, babe, sleep on till day, Oh!
Rest thee, babe, rest thee, babe, sleep while you may.

Oh! Rest thee, my darling, the time it shall come
When thy sleep shall be broken by trumpet and drum
Then rest thee, my darling, Oh! sleep while you may

For war comes with manhood as light comes with day. Oh!
Rest thee, babe, rest thee, babe, sleep on till day, Oh!
Rest thee, babe, rest thee, babe, sleep while you may.

Oh! Slumber, my darling, thy sire is a knight
Thy mother a lady, so lovely and bright!
The hills and the dales from the towers which we see

They all shall belong, my dear infant, to thee, Oh!
Rest thee, babe, rest thee, babe, sleep on till day, Oh!
Rest thee, babe, rest thee, babe, sleep while you may.