Rock-a-Bye Baby by Penny Warner Page B

sing,
    Papa’s gonna buy you a diamond ring.
    And if that diamond ring turns brass,
    Papa’s gonna buy you a looking glass.
    And if that looking glass gets broke,
    Papa’s gonna buy you a billy goat.
    And if that billy goat won’t pull,
    Papa’s gonna buy you a cart and bull.
    And if that cart and bull fall down,
    You’ll still be the sweetest little baby in town.

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

Itsy-Bitsy Spider
    The itsy-bitsy spider
    Climbed up the waterspout.
    Down came the rain
    And washed the spider out.
    Out came the sun
    And dried up all the rain
    And the itsy-bitsy spider
    Climbed up the spout again.

Brahms’ Lullaby (Lullaby and Good Night)
    Lullaby and good night, with roses bedight
    With lilies o’er spread is baby’s wee bed.
    Lay thee down now and rest, may thy slumber be blessed.
    Lay thee down now and rest, may thy slumber be blessed.
    Lullaby and good night, thy mother’s delight.
    Bright angels beside my darling abide.
    They will guard thee at rest, thou shalt wake on my breast.
    They will guard thee at rest, thou shalt wake on my breast.

You Are My Sunshine
    The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping
    I dreamed I held you in my arms.
    But when I awoke, dear, I was mistaken,
    So I hung my head and I cried.
    You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.
    You make me happy when skies are gray.
    You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you.
    Please don’t take my sunshine away.

Frère Jacques (Are You Sleeping?)
    Frère Jacques, Frère Jacques,
    Dormez-vous? Dormez-vous?
    Sonnez les matines, sonnez les matines,
    Ding ding dong, ding ding dong.
    (English version)
    Are you sleeping, are you sleeping,
    Brother John, Brother John?
    Morning bells are ringing, morning bells are ringing,
    Ding ding dong, ding ding dong.

Baa, Baa, Black Sheep
    Baa, baa, black sheep,
    Have you any wool?
    Yes, sir, yes, sir,
    Three bags full.
    One for the master,
    One for the dame,
    And one for the little boy
    Who lives down the lane.
    Baa, baa, black sheep,
    Have you any wool?
    Yes, sir, yes, sir,
    Three bags full.
    One to mend the jerseys,
    one to mend the socks,
    and one to mend the holes in
    the little girls’ frocks.
    Baa, baa, black sheep,
    Have you any wool?
    Yes, sir, yes, sir,
    Three bags full.

It’s Raining, It’s Pouring
    It’s raining, it’s pouring;
    The old man is snoring.
    He went to bed
    And he bumped his head,
    And he couldn’t get up in the morning.

Rock-A-Bye Baby
    Rock-a-bye baby, in the treetop.
    When the wind blows, the cradle will rock.
    When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall,
    And down will come baby, cradle, and all.

Mother Goose Rhymes and Poems—Talk Your Baby To Sleep
    You don’t have sing to your baby to get her to sleep. Sometimes just the sound of your voice, soft and monotone, will do the trick. Here are some simple and familiar rhymes you can read to your baby or memorize and recite at bedtime.

Sleep, Baby, Sleep
    Sleep, baby, sleep
    Our cottage vale is deep: The little lamb is on the green,
    With woolly fleece so soft and clean—
    Sleep, baby, sleep.
    Sleep, baby, sleep,
    Down where the woodbines creep;
    Be always like the lamb so mild,
    A kind, and sweet, and gentle child.
    Sleep, baby, sleep.

Bedtime
    The Man in the Moon looked out of the moon,
    Looked out of the moon and said,
    â€œâ€˜Tis time for all children on the earth
    To think about getting to bed!”

Bye, Baby Bunting
    Bye, baby bunting,
    Father’s gone a-hunting,
    Mother’s gone a-milking,
    Sister’s gone a-silking,
    And Brother’s gone to buy a skin
    To wrap the baby bunting in.

Come, Let’s To Bed
    â€œTo bed! To bed!”
    Says Sleepy-head;
    â€œTarry awhile,” says Slow;
    â€œPut on the pan,”
    Says Greedy Nan,
    â€œWe’ll