Hush-a-bye, don't you cry, go to sleep you littl e baby.
When you wake you shall have all the pretty little horses.
Dapples and greys, pintos and bays, all the pretty little horses.
Way down yonder, in the meadow, poor little baby cryin, " Mama"
The birds and the butterflies flutter round his eyes,
poor little baby cryin'"M ama".
Hush-a-bye, don't you cry, go to s leep you little baby.
When you wake you shall have a ll the p retty little h orses.
Dapples and greys, pintos and bays, all the pretty little horses.