| So the cradle can rock
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| To a lullabye in ragtime
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| Sleepy hands are creeping
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| To the end of the clock
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| Play a lullabye in ragtime
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| You can tell the sandman is on his way
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| By the way that they play
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| As still as the trill of a thrush
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| At twilights hush
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| So you can hear the rhythm of the ripples
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| On the side of the boat
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| As you sail away to dreamland
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| High above the moon
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| You hear a silvery note
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| As the sandman takes your hand
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| So rock-a-bye my baby
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| Don’t you cry my baby
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| Sleepy time is nigh
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| Won’t you rock me to a ragtime lullabye
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| Won’t you play the music
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| So the cradle can rock
|
| To a lullabye in ragtime
|
| Sleepy hands are creeping
|
| To the end of the clock
|
| Play a lullabye in ragtime
|
| You can tell the sandman is on his way
|
| By the way that they play
|
| As still as the trill of a thrush
|
| At twilights hush
|
| So you can hear the rhythm of the ripples
|
| On the side of the boat
|
| As you sail away to dreamland
|
| High above the moon
|
| You hear a silvery note
|
| As the sandman takes your hand
|
| So rock-a-bye my baby
|
| Don’t you cry my baby
|
| Sleepy time is nigh
|
| Won’t you rock me to a ragtime lullabye |