So sleep, pretty baby, and shut up your eye:
By-bye, little Dolly; lie still, and by-bye.
I’ll lay my clean handkerchief over your head,
And then make believe that my arms are your bed,
So hush! little dear, and be sure you don’t cry;
By-bye, little Dolly; lie still, and by-bye.
There, now it is morning, and time to get up,
And I’ll crumb you a mess in my doll’s china cup;
So wake, little baby, and open your eye,
For I think it high time to have done with by-bye.