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Mother and child, asleep


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.

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

ROCK-A-BYE, baby, thy cradle is green ;
Father's a nobleman, mother's a queen ;
And Betty's a lady, and wears a gold ring ;
And Johnny's a drummer, and drums for the king.

          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 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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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.

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.

I WON'T be my father's Jack,
    I won't be my mother's Gill,
I will be the fiddler's wife,
    And have music when I will.
          T'other little tune,
          T'other little tune,
          Pr'ythee, love, play me
          T'other little tune.

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        RIDE, baby, ride !
        Pretty baby shall ride,
And have a little puppy-dog tied to her side,
And little pussy-cat tied to the other,
And away she shall ride to see her grandmother,
        To see her grandmother,
        To see her grandmother.

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.

WHISKUM whaskum,
     over the knee ;
Thank you mamma,
     for slapping of me.

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DANCE, little baby, dance up high,
     Never mind, baby, mother is by ;
Crow and caper, caper and crow,
     There, little baby, there you go ;
Up to the ceiling, down to the ground,
     Backwards and forwards, round and round ;
Dance, little baby, and mother will sing,
     With the merry coral, ding, ding, ding !

[The following is quoted in Florio's 'New World of Words,' fol., London, 1611, p.3.]
TO market, to market,
     To buy a plum-bun :
Home again, come again,
     Market is done.

DANCE to your daddy,
My little babby,
Dance to your daddy,
My little lamb.

You shall have a fishy
In a little dishy ;
You shall have a fishy
When the boat comes in.

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TOM shall have a new bonnet,
With blue ribands to tie on it,
With a hush-a-bye and a lull-a-baby,
Who so like to Tommy's daddy ?

BYE, baby bumpkin,
Where's Tony Lumpkin ?
My lady's on her death-bed,
With eating half a pumpkin.

[From 'The Pleasant Comœdie of Patient Grissell,' 1603.]
HUSH, hush, hush, hush !
And I dance mine own child,
And I dance mine own child,
Hush, hush, hush, hush !

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.