E rorro, rorro meu neno
Eu son un probe galego
veño do sul da terriña,
i ó Neno Xesús lle traigo
lenzo pra unha camisiña.
O Meniño está no berce
vistidiño de oletón
os nenos que o arrolan
os anxos do Ceo son!
E RORRO, RORRO
MEU NENO,
E RORRO, RORRO
E RORRO, RORRO
MEU NENO,
E RORRO, RORRO
MEU AMOR.
Rock-a-bye, Rock-a-bye My Baby
I'm a poor guy from Galicia
I come from the south of the land
And to Baby Jesus I bring
A cloth for a little shirt
The Baby is in the cradle
Dressed in flannel
The children who rock him
Are the angels from Heaven!
Rock-a-bye, Rock-a-bye
My Baby
Rock-a-bye, Rock-a-bye
Rock-a-bye, Rock-a-bye
My Baby
Rock-a-bye, Rock-a-bye
My Love.