Sweet Babe, a Golden Cradle Holds Thee

Sweet babe, a golden cradle holds thee.
Soft a snow-white fleece enfolds thee.
Fairest flowers are strewn before thee.
Sweet birds warble o'er thee,
Shoheen, sho lo; lu, lu, lo, lo!

Oh, sleep, my baby, free from sorrow,
Bright thou'lt open thine eyes to-morrow,
Sleep, while o'er thy smiling slumbers
Angels chant their numbers,
Shoheen, sho lo; lu, lu, lo, lo!

Oh, baby, sleep, and o'er thy slumbers,
Angels bright shall chant their numbers,
Thro' the trees the breeze is sweeping,
Baby dear is sleeping,
Shoheen, sho lo; lu, lu, lo, lo!

from Walton's New Treasury of Irish Songs and Ballads (1968), Part 1, page 180

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This book has lots of great songs, but no tunes and no background or source information. And for some reason, part 2 is dated 1966...