I'd rock my own sweet childie* to rest
In a cradle of gold on a bough of the willow,
To the shosheen** ho of the wind of the west
And the shularoo of the soft sea billow.
Sleep, baby dear,
Sleep without fear,
Mother is here beside your pillow.

I'd put my own sweet childie to sleep
In a silver boat on the beautiful river,
Where a shosheen whisper the white cascades,
And a shularoo the green flags shiver.
Sleep, baby dear,
Sleep without fear,
Mother is here with you forever.

Shularoo! to the rise and fall of mother's bosom
'tis sleep has bound you,
And O, my child, what cozier nest for rosier rest
could love have found you?
Sleep, baby dear,
Sleep without fear,
Mother's two arms are clasped around you.