A CRADLE SONG
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O men from the fields,
O men from the fields,
Come gently within.
Tread softly, softly
O men coming in!
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Mavourneen is going
From me and from you,
Where Mary will fold him
With mantle of blue!
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From reek of the smoke
And cold of the floor
And the peering of things
Across the half-door.
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O men of the fields,
Soft, softly come thro'
Mary puts round him
Her mantle of blue.
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Padraic Colum
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