Hushabye, babby, lie still with thy daddy,
Thy mammy has gone to the mill
To get some wheat, to make some meal,
So pray, my dear babby, lie still.
Thy mammy has gone to the mill
To get some wheat, to make some meal,
So pray, my dear babby, lie still.
If you are to be a gentleman,
As I suppose you be,
You'll neither laugh nor smile
For a tickling of the knee.
As I suppose you be,
You'll neither laugh nor smile
For a tickling of the knee.
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