Hush-a-by, baby, your cradle is green;
Father’s a nobleman; mother’s a queen;
Betty’s a lady, and wears a gold ring,
And Johnny’s a drummer and drums for the king.
Rock-a-by baby on the tree top
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock
When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall
And down will come cradle, baby and all
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