text: 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
  Baby is drowsing, cozy and fair
  Mother sits near in her rocking chair
  Forward and back, the cradle, she swings
  And though baby sleeps, he hears what she sings
  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
  Rock-a-bye, baby
  Rock-a-bye, baby
  Rock-a-bye, baby
  Rock-a-bye, baby
  Rock-a-bye, baby