Hush-a-bye,
Don't you cry,
Go to sleepy, little baby.
When you wake
You shall have
All the pretty little horses.
Blacks and bays,
Dapples and grays,
All the pretty little horses.
Way down yonder
In the meadow
Lies my poor little babe.
Bees and butterflies
A-peckin' on its eyes.
Poor little thing is cryin', "Mammy."
Blacks and bays,
Dapples and grays,
All the pretty little horses.
Got sleepy, little baby.
When you wake
You shall have
All the pretty little horses.
