From The Birmingham Age Herald, April 3, 1914. By Anonymous.

The baby was sleeping, its mother was weeping,
For her husband was out on the wild raging sea;
    And the tempest was swelling
    Round the fisherman’s dwelling
And she cried, “Dermot, darling, O come back to me.”

Her beads while she numbered, the baby still slumbered,
And smiled in her face as she bended her knee;
    O blessed be that warning,
    My child thy sleep adorning
For I know that the Angels are whispering with thee.

And while they are keeping bright watch o’er thy sleeping,
O 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 Angels are whispering 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 whispering with thee.”