Bye, baby bunting,
Daddy’s gone a-hunting,
Gone to get a rabbit skin
To wrap the baby bunting in.

Hush-a-bye, baby, on the tree top,
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock;
When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall.
And down will come baby, cradle and all.

Hush, little baby, don’t say a word,
Papa’s going to buy you a mocking bird.

If the mocking bird won’t sing,
Papa’s going to buy you a diamond ring.

If the diamond ring turns to brass,
Papa’s going to buy you a looking-glass.

If the looking-glass gets broke,
Papa’s going to buy you a billy-goat.

If that billy-goat runs away,
Papa’s going to buy you another today.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.