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[00:50.00]Oh! Hush thee, my baby,
[00:55.20]the night is behind us,
[01:00.50]And black are the waters that sparkled so green.
[01:11.30]The moon, o’er the combers,
[01:16.80]looks downward to find us,
[01:22.00]At rest in the hollows that rustle between.
[01:33.10]Where billow meets billow,
[01:39.70]then soft be thy pillow,
[01:45.40]Oh weary wee flipperling,
[01:51.10]curl at thy ease!
[01:56.90]The storm shall not wake thee,
[02:01.80]nor shark overtake thee,
[02:07.10]Asleep in the arms of the slow swinging seas
[02:18.30]Asleep in the arms of the slow swinging seas