Chapter CCCXCI

Rock-a-bye, baby, thy cradle is green;
Father's a nobleman, mother's a queen;
And Betty's a lady, and wears a gold ring;
And Johnny's a drummer, and drums for the king.

CCCXCII.

Bye, O my baby!
When I was a lady,
O then my poor baby did'nt cry!
But my baby is weeping,
For want of good keeping,
Oh, I fear my poor baby will die!

CCCXCIII.

Hush-a-bye, a ba lamb,
Hush-a-bye a milk cow,
You shall have a little stick
To beat the naughty bow-wow.