Rock-a-bye baby so sweet and so fair
While mother sits by in her old rocking chair,
With her foot on the rocker the cradle she swings
And though baby slumbers he hears what she sings.
Rock-a-bye baby on a tree top,
When the wind blows the cradle will rock,
When the bough breaks the cradlr will fall,
And down will come baby, cradle and all.
Rock-a-bye, rock-a-ye, nothing to fear.
Rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye, mother is near,
With her foot on the rocker the cradle she swings
And though baby slumbers he hears what she sings.
