Hush-a-bye, lie still and sleep, It grieves me sore to see thee weep, For when thou weep'st thou wearies me, Hush-a-bye, lie still and bye. You shall have a new bonnet, With blue ribbons to tie on it, With a hush-a-bye, and a lull-a-baby, Why so like to Tommy's daddy. Rock well my cradle And "bee-baa," my son, You shall have a new gown When ye Lord come home. O! still my child, Orange, Still him with a bell; I can't still him, ladie, Till you come down yoursell! Where was a jewel and pretty, Where was a sugar and spicey, Hush-a-bye, babe, in the cradle, And we'll go abroad in a tricey. Hush-a-baa, baby, dinna mak' a din, An' ye'll get a piece when the baker comes in. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BROTHERS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON TO MY MERE ENGLISH CENSURER by BEN JONSON MONDAY'S CHILD by MOTHER GOOSE |