Pat, pat, pat, pat,
A new mother holds her baby.
Pat, pat, pat, pat,
Whose eyelids start to droop.
“I’m your mother, I’m your mother,”
The hands seem to sing.
“I’m your mother, I’m your mother,”
This brimming heart has waited.
“I’m her mother, I’m her mother,”
The ennobling name blooming.
“I’m her mother, I’m her mother,”
On her head a gold crown plaited.
Pat, pat, pat, pat,
Sweetly the baby complys.
Pat, pat, pat,
She’s fallen off to sleep.