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