And she cried, “Dermot, darling, oh, come back to me!”
Her beads while she number’d,
The baby still slumber’d,
And smiled in her face as she bend’d her knee;
“Oh! bless’d be that warning,
My child thy sleep adorning,
For I know that the angels are whispering to thee.
“And while they are keeping
Bright watch o’er thy sleeping,
Oh, pray to them safely, my babe with me;