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Rock-a-bye Baby
Rock-a-bye baby,
On the treetop.
When the wind blows,
The cradle will rock.
When the bough breaks,
The cradle will fall
And down will come baby,
Cradle and all.
Baby is drowsing,
Cosy and fair.
Mother sits near,
In her rocking chir.
Forward and back,
The cradle she swings
And though baby sleeps,
He hears what she sings.
From the high rooftops
Down to the sea,
No one's as dear
As baby to me.
Wee little fingers,
Eyes wide and bright-
Now sound asleep,
Until morning light.

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