Music: Elizabeth Maconchy
I see my own dear treasure sleeping
Mid two winters in fine warm season,
Fair built room and rocking cradle,
Soft airs blowing boughs of the greenwood
Sho-heen sho, hoo lo lo,
Sho-heen sho my own little treasure.
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I see my own dear treasure sleeping,
Soft airs blowing on golden cradle,
Fortune fairer than tinker's children,
Coarsely rolled in a shawl so poorly.
Sleep my child and slumber safely,
Soon from sleeping awaken lively,
Free thy sight from bitter nightmare,
Leave not childless thy mother who sings to thee.