Rock-a-bye, baby,

In the treetop,

When the wind blows

The cradle will rock;

When the bough breaks

The cradle will fall,

And down will come baby,

Cradle and all.

Baby is drowsing,

Cosy and fair.

Mother sits near,

In her rocking chair.

Forward and back

The cradle she swings,

And though baby sleeps,

He hears what she sings.

From the high rooftops

Down to the sea,

No one’s as dear

As baby to me.

Wee little fingers,

Eyes wide and bright

Now sound asleep

Until morning light.

Rock-a-bye, baby,

In the treetop,

When the wind blows

The cradle will rock;

When the bough breaks

The cradle will fall,

And down will come baby,

Cradle and all.

Rock-a-bye, baby,

Your cradle is green,

Father’s a King

And Mother’s a queen.

Sister’s a Lady

And wears a gold ring,

Brother’s a drummer

And plays for the king.

Rock-a-bye baby,

Way up on high,

Never mind baby,

Mother is ‘nigh

Up to the ceiling,

Down to the ground,

Rock-a-bye baby,

Up hill and down.

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