A song of the clearances - tune 'Mist covered mountains'. This one always brings a tear. Hush, hush, time to be sleeping Hush, hush, no time for weeping Hush, hush, dreams come a creeping Smile in your sleep, bonnie baby. Once our valleys were ringing With sounds of our children singing Now sheep feed and bleat til the evening And ceilings stand empty and open Hush, hush..... We stood with heads bowed in prayer While factors laid our cottages bare And screams filled the clear mountain air And many were dead by the morning. Hush, hush.... Where was our proud highland mettle Our men once so fearless in battle Now stand cowed huddled like cattle And wait to be shipped o'er the ocean. Hush, hush, time to be sleeping Hush, hush, no time for weeping Hush, hush, dreams come a creeping Don't die in your sleep, bonnie baby.