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All the Pretty Little Ponies

(Lyrics By: Kenny Loggins and David Pack
Source: "Return to Pooh Corner" by Kenny Loggins
Copyright © 1994 Gnossos Music)


Hush a bye, Don't you cry,

Go to sleep, my little baby.

When you wake, You shall have

All the pretty little ponies.


In your bed, Momma said,

Baby's riding off to dreamland.

One by one, They've begun,

Dance and prance for little baby.


Blacks and bays, Dapples and greys,

Running in the night.

When you wake, You shall have

All the pretty little ponies.


Can you see the little ponies

Dance before your eyes?

All the pretty little ponies

Will be there when you arise.

Sweet and Low  (words by Alfred Lord Tennyson)


Sweet and low, sweet and low

Wind of the western sea;

Low, low, breathe and blow,

Wind of the western sea;

Over the rolling waters go

Come from the dying moon, and blow,

Blow him again to me,

While my little one, while

My pretty one sleeps.


Sleep and rest, sleep and rest

Father will come to thee soon;

Rest, rest, on mother's breast,

Father will come to thee soon;

Father will come to his babe in the nest,

Silver sails all out of the west,

Under the silver moon,

Sleep my little one, sleep,

My pretty one,

Sleep.

All Through The Night


Sleep, my child and peace attend thee,
All through the night
Guardian angels, God will send thee,
All through the night

Soft, the drowsy hours are creeping
Hill and vale, in slumber sleeping,
I, my loving vigil keeping
All through the night.

verse 2

While the moon, her watch is keeping
All through the night
While the weary world is sleeping
All through the night

O'er thy spirit gently stealing
Visions of delight revealing
Breathes a pure and holy feeling
All through the night.


verse 3

Love to thee, my thoughts are turning
All through the night
All for thee, my heart is yearning,
All through the night.

Though sad fate our lives may sever
Parting will not last forever,
There's a hope that leaves me never,
All through the night.

Irish Lullaby 

Written By: J. R. Shannon in 1913,

Copyright Unknown

            


Over in Killarney,

Many years ago,

My mother sang a song to me

In tones so sweet and low.

Just a simple little ditty,

In her good old Irish way,

And I shore would give the world

to hear her sing this song today


Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral,

Too-ra-loo-ra-li,

Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral,

Hush, now don't you cry!


Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral,

Too-ra-loo-ra-li,

Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral,

That's an Irish lullaby.


Oft in dreams I wander

To that cot again,

I feel her arms a-huggin' me 

As when she held me then.

And I hear her voice a-hummin',

To me as in days of yore,

When she used to rock me fast asleep,

Outside the cabin door.

Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral,

Too-ra-loo-ra-li,

Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral,

Hush, now don't you cry!


Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral,

Too-ra-loo-ra-li,

Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral,

That's an Irish lullaby.

Alternate Lyrics


Cradle Song  #2          by Isaac Watts

(words in black are the same as verses 1-3 in versions #1 & 3)

Tune is the same as version #1


Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber; Holy angels guard thy bed;

Heavenly blessings without number Gently falling on thy head.


Sleep, my babe, thy food and raiment, House and home, thy

     friends provide;

All without thy care, or payment, All thy wants are well supplied.


How much better thou art attended Than the Son of God could be,

When from heaven He descended, And became a child like thee!


Soft and easy is thy cradle; Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay,

When His birthplace was a stable, And His softest bed was hay.


See the kindly shepherds round him, Telling wonders from the sky!

When they sought Him, there they found Him, With his Virgin-

    Mother by.


See the lovely babe a-dressing; Lovely infant, how He smiled!

When He wept, the mother's blessing Soothed and hushed the

    holy child.


Lo, He slumbers in His manger, Where the honest oxen fed;

Peace, my darling! here's no danger! Here's no ox a-near thy bed!


Mayst thou live to know and fear Him, Trust and love Him all thy

     days;

Then go dwell forever near Him, See His face, and sing His praise!


I could give thee thousand kisses, Hoping what I most desire;

Not a mother's fondest wishes, Can to greater joys aspire.

Cradle Song #3  (Greenville, 87,87,87 tune)

This version of the lyrics and music retreived from www.hymntime.org

words by Isaac Watts, Divine and Moral Songs  1715

music, Greenville, by Jean-Jacques Rous­seau, 1752

    from the opera Le Devin du Vilage (The Village Soothsayer)


Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber, Holy angels guard thy bed,
Heav’nly blessings without number, Gently falling on thy head.

How much better thou’rt attended, Than the Son of God could be,
When from Heaven He descended, And became a child like thee!

Soft and easy is thy cradle, Coarse and hard thy Savior lay:
When His birthplace was a stable, And His softest bed was hay.

Oh, to tell the wondrous story, How His foes abused their King;
How they killed the Lord of glory, Makes me angry while I sing.


Hush, my child, I did not chide thee, Though my song may seem so hard;
’Tis thy mother sits beside thee, And her arms shall be thy guard.

May’st thou learn to know and fear Him,Love and serve Him all thy days;

Then to dwell forever near Him,Tell His love and sing His praise.

    

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This is also called “Cradle Song” by W.A. Mozart or “Mozart’s Cradle Song”

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#1

Variation of the last line:

       Down will come baby, cradle and all.

#1

#2

Hush, Little Baby


Hush, little baby, don't say a word,
Papa's going to buy you a mockingbird.

And if that mockingbird don't sing,
Papa's going to buy you a diamond ring.

And if that diamond ring turns brass,
Papa's going to buy you a looking glass.

And if that looking glass gets broke,
Papa's going to buy you a billy goat.

And if that billy goat won't pull,
Papa's going to buy you a cart and bull.

And if that cart and bull turn over,
Papa's going to buy you a dog named Rover.

And if that dog named Rover won't bark,
Papa's going to buy you a horse and cart.

And if that horse and cart fall down,
You'll still be the sweetest little baby in town.

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