Husha, husha, baby mine,
Mama’s watching o’er you;
Kitty climbs the tow’ring pine;
Dreamland lies before you.
Brother’s work is almost done;
Daddy to the field has gone;
He’ll return before too long;
Sleep, my little baby.

Lullababy, lullaby,
Sweet dreams are awaiting;
Streets of gold ‘neath silver sky
As the sun is fading.
Sister’s in the garden fair,
Gath’ring buds and blossoms rare,
Pretty flow’rs that she will share,
With our little baby.