Lyrics
Once our bothies were ringing
With sounds of our children singing
But no sheep bleat of an evening
And shielings stand empty and broken
Chorus
Hush, hush, time to be sleeping
Hush, hush, dreams come a-creeping
Dreams of beasts and of fields
So smile in your sleep, bonnie baby
We stood, with heads bowed in prayer
While wreckers laid our cottages bare
The flames fired the clean mountain air
And many were dead by the morning
Chorus
Where was our proud Highland mettle,
Our men once so fearless in battle?
They stand, cowed, huddled like cattle
And weeped to be shipped o'er the ocean
Chorus
No use in greeting or praying
No good, gone, our hope of staying
Hush, hush, the anchor's a-weighing
Don't die in your sleep, bonnie baby
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