CRADLE SONG

Sleep, baby, sleep!

Thy father's watching the sheep;

Thy mother's shaking the dreamland tree, And down drops a little dream for thee. Sleep, baby, sleep.

UP in the green orchard there is a green tree,

The finest of pippins that ever you see;

The apples are ripe, and ready to fall,

And Reuben and Robin shall gather them all.

LIT

And doesn't know where to find them;

Leave them alone, and they'll come home,
And bring their tails behind them.