Hush-a-bye, Don't you cry, Go to sleepy little baby, Go to sleepy little baby, When you wake You shall have All the pretty little horses, All the pretty little horses
Way down yonder In the meadow, Lies a poor little lamby, Bees and butterflies Flitting 'round his eyes, Poor little thing is crying mommy
Blacks and bays, And dapples and grays, All the pretty little horses, All the pretty little horses
Hush-a-bye, Don't you cry, Rest your head upon the clover, Rest your head upon the clover.
Blacks and bays, And dapples and grays, All the pretty little horses, All the pretty little horses, All the pretty little horses