  Hush-a-bye, baby, on the tree-top, When the wind blows the cradle will rock; When the bough breaks the cradle will fall, Down will come baby, bough, cradle, and all. Decorative Image Rock-a-bye, baby, thy cradle is green; Father's a nobleman, mother's a Queen; Betty's a lady, and wears a gold ring; And Johnny's a drummer, and drums for the King. Decorative Image Bye, baby bunting, Daddy's gone a-hunting, To get a little rabbit-skin, To wrap his baby bunting in. Decorative Image Hush thee, my babby, Lie still with thy daddy, To grind thee some wheat To make thee some meat, And so, my dear babby, lie still. Decorative Image Sleep, baby, sleep! Thy father watches the sheep; Thy mother is shaking the dream-land tree, And down falls a little dream on thee: Sleep, baby, sleep! Sleep, baby, sleep! The large stars are the sheep, The wee stars are the lambs, I guess, The fair moon is the shepherdess: Sleep, baby, sleep! From the German. Decorative Image When little Birdie bye-bye goes, Quiet as mice in churches, He puts his head where no-one knows, On one leg he perches. When little Babie bye-bye goes, On Mother's arm reposing, Soon he lies beneath the clothes, Safe in the cradle dozing. When pretty Pussy goes to sleep, Tail and nose together, Then little mice around her creep, Lightly as a feather. When little Babie goes to sleep, And he is very near us, Then on tip-toe softly creep, That Babie may not hear us. Lullaby! Lullaby! Lulla, Lulla, Lullaby! Unknown. Decorative Image |
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