Rock-a-Bye Baby

Rock-a-bye baby, in the tree top,

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, 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.

Rock-a-bye baby, do not you fear,

Never mind, baby, mother is near,

Wee little fingers, eyes are shut tight,

Now sound asleep, until morning light.

Rock-a-bye baby, in the tree top,

When the wind blows, the cradle will rock,

When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall,

And down will come baby, cradle and all.

The End!