Seal Lullaby, IPA

Oh, hush thee, my baby, the night is behind us

[i] [i] [ә] [ʌ]

And black are the waters that sparkled so green

[æ] [a] [sɔ] [i]

The moon, o’er the combers, looks downward to find us

[a] [ʌ]

At rest in the hollows that rustle between

[ɛ] [ɪ] [a] [ou] [æ] [ʌ] [ә] [i]

Where billow meets billow, then soft be thy pillow

[ɪ] [i] [ɪ] [a] [i] [ɪ]

Oh weary wee flipperling, curl at thy ease

[i] [ɪ] [iŋ] [œ] [aɪ] [i]

The storm shall not wake thee, nor shark overtake thee
[ə]

Asleep in the arms of the slow swinging seas

[i] [ɪ] [i] [iŋ]

Asleep in the arms

Of the slow swinging seas