Nursery Rhyme. CCCLXXXVII. Lullabies.

    Hushy baby, my doll, I pray you don't cry,
    And I'll give you some bread and some milk by and bye;
    Or, perhaps you like custard, or may-be a tart, -
    Then to either you're welcome, with all my whole heart.

    Hush-a-bye, a ba lamb,
        Hush-a-bye a milk cow,
    You shall have a little stick
        To beat the naughty bow-wow.

    Hush-a-bye, baby, on the tree top,
    When the wind blows, the cradle will rock,
    When the bough bends, the cradle will fall,
    Down will come baby, bough, cradle, and all.

            Bye, O my baby!
            When I was a lady,
    O then my poor baby did'nt cry!
            But my baby is weeping,
            For want of good keeping,
    Oh, I fear my poor baby will die!

    Give me a blow, and I'll beat 'em,
        Why did they vex my baby?
    Kissy, kiss, kissy, my honey,
        And cuddle your nurse, my deary.

    Bye, baby bunting,
    Daddy's gone a hunting,
    To get a little hare's skin
    To wrap a baby bunting in.