Old Mother Hubbard
Row Row Row Your Boat
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.
Rock-a-bye, baby, thy cradle is green;
Father's a nobleman, Mother's a queen;
Sister's a lady, who wears a gold ring;
And Brother's a drummer, who plays for the king.
Hush-a-bye, baby, way up on high;
Never mind, baby, Mommy is nigh;
Swinging the baby all around --
Hush-a-bye, baby, up hill and down.
Midi: Rock-a-bye Baby
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