| A lullaby is a soothing song, usually sung to young children before they go to sleep, with the intention of speeding that process. As a result they are often simple and repetitive. | |||
| Twinkle, twinkle,
little star, How I wonder what you are. Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky. When the blazing sun is gone, When he nothing shines upon, Then you show your little light, Twinkle, twinkle, all the night. Then the traveller in the dark, Thanks you for your tiny spark, He could not see which way to go, If you did not twinkle so. In the dark blue sky you keep, And often through my curtains peep, For you never shut your eye, Till the sun is in the sky. As your bright and tiny spark, Lights the traveller in the dark. Though I know not what you are, Twinkle, twinkle, little star. Twinkle, twinkle, little star. How I wonder what you are. Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky. Twinkle, twinkle, little star. How I wonder what you are. How I wonder what you are. |
Sleep my child and peace
attend thee, All through the night Guardian angels God will send thee, All through the night; Soft the drowsy hours are creeping, Hill and vale in slumber sleeping, I my loved ones' watch am keeping, All through the night. Angels watching, e'er around thee, All through the night Midnight slumber close surround thee, All through the night Soft the drowsy hours are creeping, Hill and vale in slumber sleeping I my loved ones' watch am keeping, All through the night While the moon her watch is keeping, All through the night While the weary world is sleeping, All through the night O'er thy spirit gently stealing, Visions of delight revealing Breathes a pure and holy feeling, All through the night. |
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| Bye baby bunting Daddy’s gone a hunting Gone to get a rabbit skin To wrap his baby bunting in
Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are. Up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are |
Lavender's blue, dilly
dilly, Lavender's green When I am King, dilly dilly, you shall be Queen Call up your man, dilly, dilly Set them to work Some to the plough, dilly dilly, Some to the fork Lavender's blue, dilly dilly, Lavender's green When you are King, dilly dilly, I shall be Queen Call up your man, dilly, dilly Set them to work Some to the plough, dilly dilly, Some to the fork |
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| Hush, little baby, don't
say a word. Papa's gonna buy you a mockingbird And if that mockingbird won't sing, Papa's gonna buy you a diamond ring if that diamond ring turns brass, Papa's gonna buy you a looking glass if that looking glass gets broke, Papa's gonna buy you a billy goat if that billy goat won't pull, Papa's gonna buy you a cart and bull And if that cart and bull turn over, Papa's gonna buy you a dog named Rover And if that dog named Rover won’t bark, Papa’s gonna buy a horse and cart. And if that horse and cart fall down, You'll still be the sweetest little baby in town |
Rock-a-bye baby on the
tree top When the wind blows the cradle will rock. When the bough breaks the cradle will fall. Down will come baby and cradle and all.
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| She left her baby lying here, Lying here, lying here, She left her baby lying here To go and gather blaeberries*. She saw the wee brown otter's track, Otter's track, otter's track ; She saw the wee brown otter's track, But she ne'er saw her baby! (Chorus) Ho-van, ho-van gorry o go, Gorry o go, gorry o go; Ho-van, ho-van gorry o go, She never found her baby. She searched the moorland tarns and then, Wandered through the silent glen; And she saw the mist upon the ben, But she never saw her baby. She heard the curlew crying far, Crying far, crying far, She heard the curlew crying far, But she never heard her baby. (Chorus) Ho-van, ho-van gorry o go, Gorry o go, gorry o go; Ho-van, ho-van gorry o go, She lost her darling baby. She left her baby lying here, Lying here, lying here, She left her baby lying here. To go and gather blaeberries. |
Ho-van, ho-van, Gorry og O, Gorry og O, Gorry og O, Ho-van, ho-van, Gorry og O, I've lost my darling baby, O! I left my darling lying here, A-lying here, a-lying here; I left my darling lying here, To go and gather blaeberries. (Chorus) I've found the wee brown otter's track, The otter's track, the otter's track; I've found the wee brown otter's track, But ne'er a trace of baby, O! (Chorus) I found the track of the swan on the lake, The swan on the lake, the swan on the lake; I found the track of the swan on the lake, But not the track of baby, O! (Chorus) I found the track of the yellow fawn The yellow fawn, the yellow fawn; I found the track of the yellow fawn, But could not trace my baby, O! (Chorus) I've found the trail of the mountain mist, The mountain mist, the mountain mist; I've found the trail of the mountain mist, But ne'er a trace of baby, O! |
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| Three crows sat upon a wall, Sat upon a wall Sat upon a wall Three crows sat upon a wall on a cold and frosty morning. The first crow was crying for his mother, Crying for his mother Crying for his mother The first crow was crying for his mother on a cold and frosty morning. The second crow was crying for his father, Crying for his father Crying for his father The second crow was crying for his father on a cold and frosty morning. The third crow couldn't fly at all, Couldn't fly at all Couldn't fly at all The third crow couldn't fly at all on a cold and frosty morning. |
Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town, Up stairs and down stairs in his night-gown, Tapping at the window, crying at the lock, "Are the children in their bed, for it's now past ten o'clock?" "Hey, Willie Winkie, are you coming in? The cat's singing purring to the sleeping hen, The dog's spread out on the floor, and doesn't give a cheep, But here's an insomniac boy who will not fall asleep!" Anything but sleep, you rogue! glowering like the moon, Rattling in an iron jug with an iron spoon, Rumbling, tumbling round about, crowing like a cock, Shrieking like I don't know what, waking sleeping folk. "Hey, Willie Winkie - the child's in a basket! Wriggling from everyone's knee like an eel, Tugging at the cat's ear, and confusing all her purrs Hey, Willie Winkie - see, there he comes!" Weary is the mother who has a dusty child, A small short child, who can't run on his own, Who always has a battle with sleep before he'll close an eye But a kiss from his rosy lips gives strength anew to me. |
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| Skinny Malinky Long legs On banana feet Went to the pictures And fell through the seat. When the picture started Skinny Malinky farted Skinny Malinky Long legs On banana feet. |
Little chickie* birdie toll loll loll Laid a little egg on the window sill The window sill began to crack Little chickie birdie, roared and cried. |
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| Little boy o, weak baby o The little boy of the sheep you are. Little boy o, weak boy o The little boy of the sheep you are. Boy of the sheep, boy of the sheep Boy of the sheep, my darling you are. |
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