Rocking the Cradle
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As I roved out on a fine summer's morning Down by a clear river I walked all alone. I heard a poor man making sad lamentation And thus he began to make his sad moan. Chorus: It makes me cry, hush-a-bye baby lie easy For perhaps your own daddy will never be known. Though I'm not your daddy, my wife is your mammy I'm nursing a child that is none of my own.
2. It's every day she walks with her bully, | 3. My wife she comes in, in the heel of the evening, Crying, You old rogue is the tea-kettle on? She sits to her table and to her tea-drinking. She cries, You old cuckold come rock the child sound. Chorus:
4. When first I met with your inconstant mother,
5. Now all you young fellows who someday may marry, |