Sleep, baby, sleep !
Your father herds his sheep:
Your mother shakes the little tree
From which fall pretty dreams on thee;
Sleep, baby, sleep !

Sleep, baby, sleep !
The heavens are white with sheep :
For they are lambs-those stars so bright :
And the moon’s shepherd of the night;
Sleep, baby, sleep !

Sleep, baby, sleep !
And I’ll give thee a sheep,
Which, with its golden bell, shall be
A little play-fellow for thee;
Sleep, baby, sleep !

Sleep, baby, sleep !
And bleat not like a sheep,
Or else the shepherd’s angry dog
Will come and bite my naughty rogue;
Sleep, baby, sleep !

Sleep, baby, sleep !
Go out and herd the sheep,
Go out, you barking black dog, go,
And waken not my baby so;
Sleep, baby, sleep !