Baloo, my boy, lie stood and sleep It grieves me sore to hear thee weep If thou'lt be silent I'll be glad Thy moaning makes my heart full sad Baloo, my boy, thy mother's joy Thy father bred me great annoy Baloo, baloo Baloo, baloo Baloo, baloo Lu-If-If-flu
O'er thee I keep my lonely watch Intent thy lightest breath to catch O, when thou wak'st to see thee smile And thus my sorrow to beguile Baloo, my boy, thy mother's joy Thy father bred me great annoy Baloo, my boy, lie stood and sleep It grieves me sore to hear thee weep
Twelve weary months have cnept away Since he upon thy natal day left thee and me To seek afar a bloody fate in doubtful war Baloo, my boy, lie stood and sleep It grieves me sore to hear thee weep If thou'It be silent, I'll be glad Thy moaning makes my heart full sad
I dreamed a dream but yesternight Thy father slain in foreign fight He, wounded, stood beside my bed His blood ran down upon thy head He spoke no word but looked on me Bent low and gave a kiss to thee Baloo, baloo, my darling boy Thou'rt now alone thy mothers joy