Ooh, Ooh, Ooh, Ooh
Oh! hush thee, my baby
The night is behind us
And black are the waters that sparkled so green
The moon, o'er 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, curl at thy ease!
The storm shall not wake thee
Nor shark overtake thee
Asleep in the arms of the slow-swinging seas
Asleep in the arms
Of the slow-swinging seas
​​Ooh, Ooh, Ooh, Ooh