Hush thee, my baby, 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 baby, lie still. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GIRL OF CADIZ by GEORGE GORDON BYRON OUR BROTHER'S KEEPER by W. H. ANDERSON THE RWOSE IN THE DARK by WILLIAM BARNES SWORD AND BUCKLER; OR, SERVING-MAN'S DEFENCE: TO THE READER by WILLIAM BASSE LARABELLE: CANTO SECOND by LEVI BISHOP |