Rock-a-bye baby, on the treetop,
 When the wind blows, the cradle will rock,
 When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall,
 And down [bad word] baby, cradle and all. 

Baby is drowsing Cosy and fair
Mother sits near In her rocking chair
Forward and back The cradle she swings
And though baby sleeps He hears what she sings

From the high rooftops Down to the sea
No one's as dear As baby to me
Wee little fingers Eyes wide and bright 
Now sound asleep Until morning light