LULLABIES. 205

 

 

Home again, home again,

Ne’er a one baked ;
The baker is déad and all his men,
And we must go to market again.

CCCCXCVIL.

Rock well my cradle,
And “bee baa,” my son;
You shall have a new gown
When y° lord comes home.

Oh! still my child, Orange,
Still him with a bell;

I can’t still him, ladie,
Till you come down yoursell !

CCCCXCVIII.

WHERE was a sugar and fretty ?
And where was jewel and spicy?
Hush-a-bye, babe in a cradle,
And we’ll go away in a tricy!

CCCCXCIX.

I’LL buy you a tartan bonnet,
And some feathers to put on it,
Tartan trews and a phillibeg,

' Because you are so like your daddy.