Lullaby

I've found my bonny babe a nest

On Slumber Tree.

I'll rock you there to rosy rest,

Asture Machree!

Oh, lulla lo! sing all the leaves

On Slumber Tree,

Till everything that hurts or grieves

Afar must flee.

I'd 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 prescious one, you'll step to shore,

On Mother's knee