hush-a bye

don't you cry

go to sleepy little baby

go to sleepy little baby

when you wake

you shall have

all the pretty little horses

all the pretty little horses

blacks and bays

and dapples and greys

all the pretty little horses

way down yonder in meadow

lies a poor little lamby

bees and butterflies

fitting round his eyes

poor little thing is crying"mammy"

go to sleep

don't you cry

rest your head upon the clover

rest your head upon the clover

in your dreams

you shall ride

while your mammy's watching over

blacks and bays

and dapples and greys

all the pretty little horses

all the pretty little horses

all the pretty little horses