Hush-a-by, Don't you cry,
Go to sleep, little baby.
And when you wake,
You shall have,
All the pretty little horses.
Blacks and bays, dapple and grays
Coaching six a'little horses
Blacks and bays, dapple and grays
Coaching six a'little horses
Way down yonder
In the meadow
Lies a poor little lambie
And the bee and the fly
Are pickin' out his eye
The poor little thing cried "Mammy!"
Hush-a-by, Don't you cry,
Go to sleep, little baby.
And when you wake,
You shall have,
All the pretty little horses.
Blacks and bays, dapple and grays
Coaching six a'little horses
