Well hush my children don't you cry

The troubles will soon all be over

The tears that swell in every eye

Will fall to the ground and bring clover



The soldiers are only teenage boys

The same as in Durban or Dover

So rein aside all your warring toys

The troubles will soon all be over



Well hush my children go to sleep

The troubles will soon all be over

Their bombs will form a rusting heap

For flowers and fern to grow over



Their leaders are only drunk with fear

They wouldn't do this be they sober

And when they drink our friendship clear

The troubles will soon all be over