Page:Gammer Gurton's garland, or, the nursery Parnassus (IA bim eighteenth-century gammer-gurtons-garland 1795).djvu/36

 When the wind blows the cradle will rock,

When the wind ceaſes the cradle will fall,

Down comes baby and cradle and all,

Another.

B EE baw buniing,

Daddy's gone a huntiog,

To get a little lamb's ſkin,

To-lap his little baby in.

Another.

YZ O my baby,

When I was a lady,

O then my poor baby didu't cry;

But my baby is weeping,

For want of good keeping,

{ Oh, I fear my poor baby will die.