All the Pretty Little Horses

Hushaby,

Don't you cry,

Go to sleepy, little baby,

When you wake,

You shall have

All the pretty little horses

Blacks and bays,

Dapples and grays

Coach and six-a little horses

Hushaby,

Don't you cry,

Go to sleepy, little baby.

Hushaby!

Don't you cry,

Go to sleepy, little baby.

Way down yonder

In the meadow

There's a poor little lambie,

The bees and the butterflies

Pecking out its eyes,

The poor little thing cried, 'Mammy!'

Hushaby!

Don't you cry,

Go to sleepy, little baby.