Rock by baby

DescriptionRock-a-bye, baby, in the tree top\r
When the wind blows the cradle will rock\r
When the bough breaks the cradle will fall\r
Down will come baby, cradle and all\r
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Baby is drowsing, cosy and fair\r
Mother sits near in her rocking chair\r
Forward and back, the cradle she swings\r
Though baby sleeps, he hears what she sings\r
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Rock-a-bye baby, do not you fear\r
Never mind, baby, mother is near\r
Wee little fingers, eyes are shut tight\r
Now sound asleep - until morning light\r
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Rock-a-bye, baby, thy cradle is green;\r
Fathers a nobleman, mothers a queen;\r
And Bettys a lady, and wears a gold ring;\r
And Johnnys a drummer, and drums for the king.