Heaven is a fine place, a fine place entirely, Oh, like Killarney in rose-time 'twill be, With Mary in a blue gown flowered like the meadow, And little Christ as like a rose As any rose you'd see. Himself is high upon a throne, but Herself sits a-rocking In a low rocking-chair, her Babe on her knee. Sure, now he'd go to sleep at once, and Herself a-crooning, And not lie with his eyes wide The way you'd treat me! Now fasten down your eyelids and get you gone a-sleeping, And in a little heartbeat in Heaven you'll be. And when I've bowed to Himself, and made Herself a curtsey. And kissed the little rose o' Heaven, Come back along to me. |