Old nurse's book of rhymes, jingles and ditties

by Unknown

Pray, Mamma, give me some dinner.

Here we go up, up, up,

And here we go down, down, downy;

Here we go backwards and forwards,

And here we go round, round, roundy.

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 comes hush-a-bye, baby, and all.