Rock-a-Bye, Baby

Rock-a-bye, baby,

On the tree-top,

When the wind blows

The cradle will rock;

When the bough breaks

The cradle will fall;

Down will come baby,

Bough, cradle, and all.

Rock-a-bye, baby,

Thy cradle is green,

Father's a nobleman,

Mother's a queen;

Sister's a lady,

And wears a gold ring,

Brother's a drummer,

And drums for the king.