IRELAND.

WOULD put my child to slumber, my own—and
yet not so
As the wives of clowns may do it, as the babes of
clowns may go,
Beneath a yellow blanket,.and beneath a sheet of tow;
But in a golden cradle, that the wind rocks to and fro.
Sho—keen sho, hoo Jo lo,
Sho—keen sho, you are my child,
Sho—keen sho, hoo lo lo,
Sho—keen sho, and you are my child!

I would put my child to slumber—and this must be the
way,
Between two Christmas seasons, on a bright and sunny
day ;
And in a golden cradle and upon a level floor,
Beneath the tree-tops lofty, that the wind rocks evermore.
Sho—keen sho, hoo lo lo,
Sho—keen sho, you are my child,
Sho—keen sho, hoo lo lo,
Sho—keen sho, and you are my child!

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