Sweet babe, a golden cradle holds thee;
Soft a snow white fleece enfolds thee;
Fairest flow'rs are strewn before thee;
Sweet birds warble o'er thee:
Sho heen sho lo! Shoe Heen sho lo lo!
Verse 2
Oh! Sleep, my baby, free from sorrow,
Bright thou'lt open thine eyes tomorrow;
Sleep while o'er thy smiling slumbers
Angels chant their numbers:
Shoheen Sho lo!