Nursery Rhyme. CCCXCIV. Lullabies.

    Give me a blow, and I'll beat 'em,
        Why did they vex my baby?
    Kissy, kiss, kissy, my honey,
        And cuddle your nurse, my deary.

    Hush thee, my babby,
    Lie still with thy daddy,
        Thy mammy has gone to the mill,
    To grind thee some wheat,
    To make thee some meat,
        And so, my dear babby, lie still.

    Rock well my cradle,
        And "bee baa," my son;
    You shall have a new gown,
        When ye lord comes home.

    Oh! still my child, Orange,
        Still him with a bell;
    I can't still him, ladie,
        Till you come down yoursell!

    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.

    Bye, baby bunting,
    Daddy's gone a hunting,
    To get a little hare's skin
    To wrap a baby bunting in.

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