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Oh bless d be that warning my child thy sleep adorning
for I know that the angels are whisp'ring with thee.

And while they are keeping bright watch o'er thy sleeping
oh pray to them softly my baby with me,
And say thou would'st rather they'd watch o'er thy father,
for I know that the ange's are whisp'ring with thee.

The dawn of the morning saw Dermot returning
and the wife wept with joy her babe's father to see,
And closely caressing her child with a blessing,
said I knew that the angels were whisp'ring with thee.

I beg you would not mention her.

I beg you would not mention her
it,s really quite absurd;
My ears are now for ever stunned
with that confounded word,
Then do not tease and worry me
and put me in a pet.
Though fate from her has set me free
think not that I forget