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BABY'S HUSH-A-BYES

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.

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.

Bye, baby bunting,

Daddy's gone a-hunting,

To get a little rabbit-skin,
To wrap his baby bunting in.

Hush thee, my babby,
Lie still with thy daddy,

Thy mammy has gone to the mill,
To grind thee some wheat

To make thee some meat,

And so, my dear babby, lie still.

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.

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.

THE ROYAL BABY

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BABY'S JOURNEYS