Hush-a-bye, baby, on 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.
Bye, baby bunting,
Daddy's gone a-hunting,
Gone to get a rabbit skin
To wrap the baby bunting in.

Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son John,
Went to bed with his trousers on;
One shoe off, and one shoe on,
Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son John.
Good night, God bless you,
Go to bed and undress you.

Ring-a-ring o' roses,
A pocket full of posies,
   A-tishoo! A-tishoo!
We all fall down.

Rain, rain, go away,
Come again another day,
Little Colin wants to play.

Rain, rain, go to Spain,
Never show your face again.

It's raining, it's pouring,
The old man is snoring;
He got into bed
And bumped his head
And couldn't get up in the morning.


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