Rock-a-bye Baby

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Published on November 4, 2018 by

Rock-a-bye Baby

Rock a bye baby on the treetop,

When the wind blows the cradle will rock,

When the bough breaks the cradle will fall,

And down will come baby, cradle and all.

Baby is drowsing cozy and fair

Mother sits near in her rocking chair

Forward and back the cradle she swings

And though baby sleeps he hears what she sings

From the high rooftops down to the sea

No ones’ as dear as baby to me

Wee little fingers, eyes wide and bright

Now sound asleep until morning light

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