Rock-a-bye, baby, in the tree top

When the wind blows the cradle will rock

When the bough breaks the cradle will fall

Down will come baby, cradle and all

Baby is drowsing, cosy and fair

Mother sits near in her rocking chair

Forward and back, the cradle she swings

Though baby sleeps, he hears what she sings

Rock-a-bye baby, do not you fear

Never mind, baby, mother is near

Wee little fingers, eyes are shut tight

Now sound asleep - until morning light