Nursery Rhyme. CCCXCVI. Lullabies.

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

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    Hush-a-bye, baby, on the tree top,
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Nursery Rhyme. CCCLXXXVII. Lullabies.

    Hush thee, my babby,
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Nursery Rhyme. CCCXCIII. Lullabies.

    Hush-a-bye, a ba lamb,
        Hush-a-bye a milk cow,
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Nursery Rhyme. CCCCIII. Lullabies.

    Rock well my cradle,
        And "bee baa," my son;
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        Still him with a bell;
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Nursery Rhyme. CCCCI. Lullabies.

        [From Yorkshire. A nursery-cry.]

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCXCII. Lullabies.

            Bye, O my baby!
            When I was a lady,
    O then my poor baby did'nt cry!
            But my baby is weeping,
            For want of good keeping,
    Oh, I fear my poor baby will die!

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