| Rockaby baby, on the tree top
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| When the wind blows the cradle will rock
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| If the bough breaks the cradle won’t fall
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| Mama will catch you, cradle and all
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| Hushabye baby, up in the sky
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| On a soft cloud it’s easy to fly
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| Angels keep watch over as you sleep
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| Hushabye baby, don’t make a peep
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| Rockaby baby, do not you fear
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| Never mind, baby, mother is near
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| Wee little fingers, eyes are shut tight
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| Now sound asleep, until morning light
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| Baby is drowsing, cosy and fair
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| Mother sits near in her rocking chair
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| Forward and back, the cradle she swings
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| And baby sleeps, he hears what she sings |