.Oh! hush thee, my baby, the night is behind us,
And black are the waters that sparkled so green.
The moon, oâer the combers, looks downward to find us
At rest in the hollows that rustle between.
Where billow meets billow, there soft be thy pillow;
Ah, weary wee flipperling.
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