Hush-a-bye, baby,
Daddy is near,
Mammy's a lady,
And that's very clear.
"Hush-a-bye, babby, lie still with thy daddy,
Thy mammy is gone to the mill,
To get some wheat, to make some meat,
So pray, my dear babby, lie still.
"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.
I had a little husband, no bigger than my thumb,
I put him in a pint pot, and there I bid him drum,
I bought him a little handkerchief to wipe his little nose,
And a pair of little garters to tie his little hose.
I had a little pony,
His name was Dapple Gray,
I lent him to a lady,
To ride a mile away.
She whipped him, she lashed him,
She drove him through the mire;
I would not lend my pony now,
For all the lady's hire.
I had a little wife, the prettiest ever seen,
She washed all the dishes and kept the house clean;
She went to the mill to fetch me some flour,
She brought it home safe in less than an hour,
She baked me my bread, she brewed me my ale,
She sat by the fire and told a fine tale.