Hush-a-bye,
don't you cry,
go to sleep my little baby.
When you wake
you shall have
all the pretty little horses.
Dapples and greys,
pintos and bays,
all the pretty little horses.

Way down yonder,
in the meadow,
Poor little baby cryin, mama;
Birds and the butterflies
flutter round his eyes,
Poor little baby cryin' mama.

Hush-a-bye,
don't you cry,
go to sleep my little baby.
When you wake
you shall have
all the pretty little horses.
Dapples and greys,
pintos and bays,
all the pretty little horses.