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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, baby bunting,
Daddy's gone a hunting,
To get a little hare's skin
To wrap a baby bunting in.
   *  Ritson, who gives in the following version, says that the commencing words are a corruption of the French nurse's threat in the fable : "He bas, là le loup ! Hush, there's the wolf !"—
"Bee baw babby lou, on a tree top,
When the wind blows the cradle will rock ;
When the wind ceases the cradle will fall,
Down comes baby and cradle and all."
(Gammer Gurton's Garland, p. 13.)

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[Another version]
BYE, baby bunting,
Father's gone a hunting,
To get a rabbit skin
To wrap baby bunting in.


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.


DANTY baby diddy,
What can a mammy do wid'e,
      But sit in a lap,
      And give 'un a pap,
Sing danty baby diddy.


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        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.


HUSH thee, my babby,
Lie still with thy daddy,
    Thy mammy has gone to the mill,
To grind thee some wheat,
To make thee some meat,
    And so, my dear babby, lie still.


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

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CRY, baby, cry,
Put your finger in your eye,
And tell your mother it was I.


HEY, my kitten, my kitten,
      And hey, my kitten, my deary !
Such a sweet pet as this
      Was neither far nor neary.

Here we go up, up, up,
      And here we go down, down, downy ;
And here we go backwards and forwards,
      And here we go round, round, roundy.