That went to fight in Germanie!'
And all the livelong day she sang,
And nursed the bairn upon her knee:
'Balou, balou, my bonnie bairn,
Thy father's far in Germanie,
But ere the summer days are gane,
And winter blackens bush and tree,
Thy father will we welcome hame
Frae the red wars in Germanie.'
O dark the night fell, dark and mirk;