A Lullaby
THE heaven is bright,
The earth is bright,
I have a baby who cries all night;
Let those who pass read what I write,
And they’ll sleep all night,
Till broad daylight.
The Small Store Keeper
WEE little boy
Has opened a store,
In two equal parts
Are his front door,
A wee little table,
A wee little chair,
And ebony chop-sticks
And plate are there.
Lady-Bug
LADY-BUG, lady-bug,
Fly away, do,
Fly to the mountain,
And feed upon dew,
Feed upon dew
And sleep on a rug,
And then run away
Like a good little bug.
Go to Bed
LITTLE baby, go to bed,
We’ll put a hoop around your head,
And with the oil we get thereby,
Our little bean-cake we will fry.
And when we’ve fried our bean-cake brown,
We’ll see the king go into town,
An iron cap upon his head;
Now-you-must-surely-go-to-bed.