Hush-a-bye, baby, on the tree-top;

When the wind blows the cradle will rock;

When the wind ceases the cradle will fall,

And down will come baby and cradle and all.

I had a little husband

No bigger than my thumb;

I put him in a pint¹ pot,

And there I bade him drum.

I bought a little horse

That galloped² up and down;

I bridled³ him, and saddled him,

And sent him out of town.

I gave him a pair of garters,

To tie up his little hose,

And a little silk handkerchief,

To wipe his little nose.

Jack⁴ Sprat would eat no fat,

His wife would eat no lean;

Was not that a pretty trick

To make the platter clean?

King Cole was a merry old soul,

And a merry old soul was he.

He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl,

And he called for his fiddlers three

Every fiddler had a fiddle⁵,

And a very fine fiddle had he;

Twee, tweedle dee, tweedle dee, went the fiddlers.

Oh, there's none so rare

As can compare

With King Cole and his fiddlers three!

Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep,

And can't tell where to find them.

Let them alone and they'll come home,

And bring their tails behind them, &c.

Mistress Mary,

Quite contrary,

How does your garden grow?

With silver bells,

And cockle shells.

And cowslips all of a-row.