Hush-a-bye
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Hush-a-bye, don't you cry, go to sleep you little baby.
When you wake you shall have all those pretty little horses.
Dapples and greys, pintos and bays, all those pretty little horses.
Way down yonder, in the meadow,
Where little baby cryin, "mama";
Birds and the butterflies flutter round his eyes,
And little baby cryin' "mama".
Hush-a-bye, don't you cry, go to sleep you little baby.
When you wake you shall have all those pretty little horses.
Dapples and greys, pintos and bays, all those pretty little horses.