Rock-a-bye baby,
On the treetop.
When the wind blows,
The cradle will rock.
When the bough breaks,
The cradle will fall.
And down will come baby,
Cradle and all.
Rock-a-bye, baby,
Your cradle is green.
Father's a King
And Mother's a queen.
Sister's a Lady
And wears a gold ring.
And brother's a drummer
And plays for the king.
Rock-a-bye baby,
Way up on high,
Never mind baby,
Mother is 'nigh
Up to the ceiling,
Down to the ground,
Rock-a-bye baby,
Up hill and down.