Good Night.

Baby, baby, lay your head

On your pretty cradle-bed;

Shut your eye-peeps, now the day

And the light are gone away;

All the clothes are tuck’d in tight;

Little baby dear, good night.

Yes, my darling, well I know

How the bitter wind doth blow;

And the winter’s snow and rain,

Patter on the window-pane;

But they cannot come in here,

To my little baby dear.

For the curtains warm are spread

Round about her cradle-bed;

And her little nightcap hides

Ev’ry breath of air besides:

So, till morning shineth bright,

Little baby dear, good night.