Hush-a-bye, baby,
In the tree top.
When the wind blows,
the cradle will rock.
When the bough breaks,
The cradle will fall,
And down will come baby,
Cradle and all.

Hush-a-bye, baby,
Your cradle is green,
Daddy's a king,
And Mammy's a queen;
Sister's a lady
Who wears a gold ring;
Brother's a drummer
Who plays for the king.