I’ve Found My Bonny Babe a Nest

I’ve found my bonny babe a nest
On Slumber Tree,
I’ll rock you here to rosy rest,
Astore Machree (“a stór mo chroni”)*
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 precious one, you’ll step to shore
On mother’s knee.

*”a stór mo chroni” = “treasure of my heart” in Irish Gaelic (source)