Oh hush thee, my baby
The night is behind us
And black are the waters that sparkled so green
The moon oe'r the combers looks downward to find us
At rest in the hollows that rustle between
Where billow meet billow
And soft be thy pillow
Ah weary wee flipperling
Curl at thy ease
The storm shall not wake thee
Nor shark overtake thee
At rest in the arms of the slow swinging sea
Where billow meet billow
And soft be thy pillow
Ah weary wee flipperling
Curl at thy ease
The storm shall not wake thee
Nor shark overtake thee
At rest in the arms of the slow swinging sea