The rook's nest do rock on the tree-top 
Where vew foes can stand ; 
The martin's is high, an' is deep 
In the steep cliff o' zand. 
But thou, love, a-sleepin' where vootsteps 
Mid come to thy bed,
Hast father an' mother to watch thee 
An' shelter thy head.
  Lullaby, Lilybrow. Lie asleep ; 
  Blest be thy rest. 

An' zome birds do keep under ruffèn 
Their young vrom the storm, 
An' zome wi' nest-hoodens o' moss 
An' o' wool, do lie warm. 
An' we wull look well to the house ruf 
That o'er thee mid leak, 
An' the blast that mid beat on thy winder 
Shall not smite thy cheak. 
  Lullaby, Lilybrow. Lie asleep ; 
  Blest be thy rest.