Hush-a-bye, baby, upon the tree top, When the wind blows the cradle will rock; When the bough breaks the cradle will fall, Down tumble cradle and baby and all. Daffy-down-dilly is new come to town, With a petticoat green, and a bright yellow gown, And her white blossoms are peeping around. There was an old woman, and what do you think? The rose is red, the violet blue, The little black dog ran round the house, And set the bull a roaring, And drove the monkey in the boat, And scared the cock upon the rock, Who cracked his throat with crowing. Oh, what a sweet little white Mouse! Going winky-wink, Oh, what a sweet little white Mouse. My little Pink, I suppose you think, Before I go, How little I care about you. Tell tale tit, your tongue shall be slit, Saturday night shall be my whole care Dear Sensibility, O la ! I heard a little lamb cry, baa! Says I, "So you have lost mamma?" "Ah!" The little lamb, as I said so, Frisking about the fields did go, And, frisking, trod upon my toe. "Oh!" Pease porridge hot, pease porridge cold, |