MacGregor’s Lullaby

EARLY on a Lammas morning, With my husband was I gay; But my heart got sorely wounded Ere the middle of the day. Ochan, ochan, ochan, uiri, Though I cry my child with thee– Ochan, ochan, ochan, uiri, Now he hears not thee nor me. Malison on judge and kindred, They have wrought me mickle […]