I’ve found my bonny babe a nest On Slumber Tree,
I’ll rock you there to rosy rest, Asthore Machree!
Oh, lulla lo! sing all the leaves On Slumber Tree,
Till everything that hurts or grieves Afar must flee.
I’ve put my pretty child to float Away from me,
Within the new moon’s silver boat On Slumber Sea.
And when your starry sail is o’er From Slumber Sea,
My precious one, you’ll step to shore On Mother’s knee.
(Alfred Percival Graves)
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