Hush-a-by, baby! Your baby, mamma, No one but pussy may go where you are; Soft-footed pussy alone may pass by, For if he wakens your baby will cry. Hush-a-by, dolly! My baby are you, Yellow-haired dolly with eyes of bright blue; Though I say "Hush!" because mother does so, You wouldn't cry like her baby, I know! Hush-a-by, baby! Mamma walks about, Sings to you softly, or rocks you without; If you slept sounder, then I might walk, too, Sing to my dolly and rock her like you. Hush-a-by, dolly! sleep sweetly, my pet! Dear mamma made you this fine berceaunette, Muslin and rose-color, ribbon and lace-- When had a baby a cosier place? Hush-a-by, baby! the baby who cries-- Why, dear mamma, don't you shut baby's eyes? Pull down his wire, as I do, you see, Lay him by dolly, and come out with me. Hush-a-by, dolly! Mamma will not speak; You, my dear baby, would sleep for a week. Poor mamma's baby allows her no rest, Hush-a-by, dolly, of babies the best! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LEAK IN THE DIKE; A STORY OF HOLLAND by PHOEBE CARY ODE ON THE SPRING by THOMAS GRAY MIDNIGHT ON THE GREAT WESTERN by THOMAS HARDY BROWN OF OSSAWATOMIE [DECEMBER 2, 1859] by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER TOLEDO CAPTURED BY THE FRANKS by AL-ASSAL WINTER TREES by MARGARET PERKINS BRIGGS MEDITATIONS FOR EVERY DAY IN PASSION WEEK: FRIDAY by JOHN BYROM TO THE MOST SCARED KING JAMES by THOMAS CAMPION TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. FROM TURIN TO PARIS by EDWARD CARPENTER |