ushy baby, my doll, I pray you don't cry,

And I'll give you some bread and some milk by and bye;

Or, perhaps you like custard, or may-be a tart,—

Then to either you're welcome, with all my whole heart.

Dance, little baby, dance up high,

Never mind, baby, mother is by;

Crow and caper, caper and crow,

There, little baby, there you go;

Up to the ceiling, down to the ground.

Backwards and forwards, round and round;

Dance, little baby, and mother will sing,

With the merry coral, ding, ding, ding!

To market, to market,

To buy a plum bun:

Home again, come again,

Market is done.

Dance to your daddy,

My little babby,

Dance to your daddy;

My little lamb.

You shall have a fishy,

In a little dishy;

You shall have a fishy

When the boat comes in.

Tom shall have a new bonnet,

With blue ribbands to tie on it,

With a hush-a-bye and a lull-a-baby,

Who so like to Tommy's daddy?

Bye, baby bumpkin,

Where's Tony Lumpkin?

My lady's on her death-bed,

With eating half a pumpkin.

Hush, hush, hush, hush!

And I dance mine own child,

And I dance mine own child,

Hush, hush, hush, hush!

Hush thee, my babby,

Lie still with thy daddy,

Thy mammy has gone to the mill,

To grind thee some wheat,

To make thee some meat,

And so, my dear babby, lie still.

Hey, my kitten, my kitten,

And hey, my kitten, my deary!

Such a sweet pet as this

Was neither far nor neary.

Here we go up, up, up,

And here we go down, down, downy;

And here we go backwards and forwards,

And here we go round, round, roundy.

I won't be my father's Jack,

I won't be my mother's Gill,

I will be the fiddler's wife,

And have music when I will.

T'other little tune,

T'other little tune,

Pr'ythee, love, play me

T'other little tune.

Danty baby diddy,

What can a mammy do wid'e,

But sit in a lap,

And give 'un a pap?

Sing danty baby diddy.

Rock-a-bye, baby, thy cradle is green;

Father's a nobleman, mother's a queen;

And Betty's a lady, and wears a gold ring;

And Johnny's a drummer, and drums for the king.

Bye, O my baby!

When I was a lady,

O then my poor baby did'nt cry!

But my baby is weeping,

For want of good keeping,

Oh, I fear my poor baby will die!

Hush-a-bye, a ba lamb,

Hush-a-bye a milk cow,

You shall have a little stick

To beat the naughty bow-wow.

Hush-a-bye, baby, on the tree top,

When the wind blows, the cradle will rock,

When the bough bends, the cradle will fall,

Down will come baby, bough, cradle, and all.

Ride, baby, ride,

Pretty baby shall ride,

And have a little puppy-dog tied to her side,

And little pussy-cat tied to the other,

And away she shall ride to see her grandmother,

To see her grandmother,

To see her grandmother.

Bye, baby bunting,

Daddy's gone a hunting,

To get a little hare's skin

To wrap a baby bunting in.

Give me a blow, and I'll beat 'em,

Why did they vex my baby?

Kissy, kiss, kissy, my honey,

And cuddle your nurse, my deary.

My dear cockadoodle, my jewel, my joy,

My darling, my honey, my pretty sweet boy;

Before I do rock thee with soft lullaby,

Give me thy dear lips to be kiss'd, kiss'd, kiss'd.

Hush-a-bye, lie still and sleep,

It grieves me sore to see thee weep,

For when thou weep'st thou wearies me,

Hush-a-bye, lie still and bye.

Young Lambs to sell!

Young Lambs to sell!

If I'd as much money as I can tell,

I never would cry—Young Lambs to sell!

Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit-Pie!

Come, my ladies, come and buy;

Else your babies they will cry.

To market, to market,

To buy a plum cake;

Home again, home again,

Ne'er a one baked;

The baker is dead and all his men,

And we must go to market again.

Rock well my cradle,

And "bee baa," my son;

You shall have a new gown,

When ye lord comes home.

Oh! still my child, Orange,

Still him with a bell;

I can't still him, ladie,

Till you come down yoursell!

Where was a sugar and fretty?

And where was jewel and spicy?

Hush-a-bye, babe in a cradle,

And we'll go away in a tricy!

I'll buy you a tartan bonnet,

And some feathers to put on it,

Tartan trews and a phillibeg,

Because you are so like your daddy.