The Cradle Song
Sweet babe, a golden cradle holds thee
Soft a snow-white fleece enfolds thee
Fairest flower all strewn before thee
Birds warble o'er thee
Seoithí seo ló, seoithí seo líº la ló
Oh who is this a-lying here
Gently at the door of my heart
To and fro like clouds at night
I softly rock your cradle
Seoithí seo ló, seoithí seo líº la ló
A yellow moon lies in the sky
Streaming, falling over the earth
Hush, a leanna, hush, be still
The world is silent and sleeping
Seoithí seo ló, seoithí seo líº la ló