Rock-a-bye, baby
In 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,
Cosy 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 one's as dear
As baby to me,
Wee little fingers,
Eyes wide and bright,
Now sound asleep
Until morning light .

Hush-a-bye, baby,
Lie still with thy daddie,
Thy mammie has gone to the mill
To get some meal,
To bake thee a cake,
So hush, my dear baby, lie still.

Sweet and low, sweet and low
Wind of the western sea;
Low, low, breathe and blow,
Wind of the western sea;
Over the rolling waters go
Come from the dying moon, and blow,
Blow him again to me,
While my little one, while
My pretty one sleeps.

Sleep and rest, sleep and rest
Father will come to thee soon;
Rest, rest, on mother's breast,
Father will come to thee soon;
Father will come to his babe in the nest,
Silver sails all out of the west,
Under the silver moon,
Sleep my little one, sleep,
My pretty one, sleep.