Shoon-a-shoon, I sing no psalm Little Man Although I am Out of David's House and Clann. Shoon-a-shoon I sing no psalm. (Hush-a-hoo, Blowing of pine; Hush-a-hoo, Lowing of kine: Hush-a-hoo, Though even in sleep, His ear can hear The shamrocks creep.) Moons and moons And suns galore, Match their gold On Slumber's shore, With Your glittering Eyes that hold, Moons and moons And suns galore. (Hush-a-hoo, Oceans of earth; Hush-a-hoo, Motions of mirth: Hush-a-hoo Though over all, His ear can hear The planets fall.) O'er and o'er And under all, Every star Is now a ball, For Your little Hands that are O'er and o'er And under all. (Hush-a-hoo, Whirring of wings; Hush-a-hoo, Stirring of strings; Hush-a-hoo, Though in slumber deep, His ear can hear My song of sleep.) |