CCCXCII.

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!

CCCXCIII.

Hush-a-bye, a ba lamb, Hush-a-bye a milk cow, You shall have a little stick To beat the naughty bow-wow.

Hush-a-bye, baby, on the tree top, When the wind blows, the cradle will rock, When the bough bends, the cradle will fall, Down will come baby, bough, cradle, and all.