Shoheen sho! There's a new moon setting, The babe of my bosom for sleep is fretting. Cross the child 'gainst the power of Faery, In the Name of Christ, with the might of Mary. Shoheen sho, lu-lu-lo! Shoheen sho! In the cradle of willow There's snow-white down in the sleep-soft pillow; There's a first lamb's fleece wrapped about thy body, O Babe of Beauty, O Fair-and-Ruddy! Shoheen sho, lu-lu-lo! |