O’er them glides the Turk:
Comes the vengeful Tscherkess creeping,
Whets an hungry dirk.
Peace! thy father, battle-hardened,
Keeps watch keen and true.
Sleep then, darling, sleep securely,
Bai-oosh-kie-baiou.
Know thou, too, that days are nearing,
Loud with war’s alarms.
Thou shalt spring to horse unfearing,