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.
Rock-a-bye, baby,
Your cradle is green,
Father’s a King
And Mother’s a queen.
Sister’s a Lady
And wears a gold ring,
Brother’s a drummer
And plays for the king.
Rock-a-bye baby,
Way up on high,
Never mind baby,
Mother is ‘nigh
Up to the ceiling,
Down to the ground,
Rock-a-bye baby,
Up hill and down.