Hush, my babe, my little one,
Thy father sails the deep.
But warm thy bed is, pretty one,
Lay still my dear and sleep.
Cold the wind is blowing,
Angry is the sea.
Guard ye saints his going
And bring him back to me.
Hush, my babe, my little one,
Thy father sails the deep.
But warm thy bed is, pretty one,
Lay still my dear and sleep.
When the morn shall break again
Over hill and lea,
Then, my love, shall wake again
And dance on daddy's knee.
Hush, my babe, my little one,
Thy father sails the deep.
But warm thy bed is, pretty one,
Lay still my dear and sleep.

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