Saint Marina

O Saint Marina, lady who
Lulls into sleep the young, please do
Lull into sleep my baby too.
Please take my little one with you.

Take him afar, then take him wide,
And then return him by my side.
And then return him by my side;
I want him so, my little child.

Take him so far away from here,
Up to the spring of water clear,
So he can give his clothes a clean,
And make his little shirts pristine.

Hush now to sleep, my little one,
Else mummy's chores will not be done.
Else mummy's chores will not be done,
Hush now to sleep, my little one.