Oh, hush thee, my baby
The night is behind us
And black are the waters
That sparkled so green
The moon, o’er the combers
Looks downward to find us
At rest in the hollows
That rustle between

Where billow meets billow
Then soft be thy pillow
Oh, weary wee flipperling
Curl at thy ease
The storm shall not wake thee
Nor shark overtake thee
Asleep in the arms
Of the slow swinging seas