Hush-a-bye, don't you cry
Go to sleepy, little baby
When you wake you shall have
All the pretty little horses
Way down yonder in the meadow
Lies a poor little lambie
Bees and butterflies, picking out its eyes
Poor little thing's crying, "Mami"
Hush-a-bye, don't you cry
Go to sleepy, little baby.
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