DESCRIPTION:
A sad but very beautiful lullaby. After the execution of the Clan Chief MacGregor of Glenstrae in 1570, his widow composed and sang this lullaby lament to her child. There exist several versions of this song, more commonly heard as Griogal Cridhe (Beloved Gregor). Here is the english translation of the text, originally in Gàidhlig (scottish gaelic):

Oh hush-a-bye, my little baby Hush, my little baby, hush
Oh hush-a-bye, my little baby
My own little baby will go to sleep
Though I am without a flock of sheep
And the others all have sheep
Though I am without a flock of sheep
You, little baby, can go to sleep
Darling, of the people of the great world
They spilt your blood yesterday
They put your head on an oaken post
A little way from your corpse
I breathlessly climbed the great mountain
I climbed and I descended
I would put the hair of my head under your feet
And the skin of my two hands.