Then sleep, my child, and may it the sleep of safety be
And may you from this slumber arise in health and glee;
May neither death-stitch seize you, nor ugly small-pox
strike,
Nor any infants’ sickness, dire colic, and their like!
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!

Then sleep, my child, and be it sweet sleep and safe to
thee,
And may you from this slumber arise in health and .
glee;
From dreams of pain and sorrow, oh! may your heart
be free, .
And may your mother never a son-less woman be!
Sho—keen sho, hoo lo lo,
Sho—keen sho, you are my child,
Sho—keen sho, hoo !o lo,
Sho—keen sho, and you are my child !

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