Sleep, baby, sleep
Your father tends the sheep
Your mother shakes the dreamland tree
And from it fall sweet dreams for thee
Sleep, baby, sleep
Sleep, baby, sleep

Sleep, baby, sleep
Our cottage vale is deep
The little lamb is on the green
With snowy fleece so soft and clean
Sleep, baby, sleep
Sleep, baby, sleep

Sleep, baby, sleep,
Down where the woodbines creep
Be always like the lamb so mild
A kind, and sweet, and gentle child

Sleep, baby, sleep
Sleep, baby, sleep