(epilogue)

		hush you bye 
		don't you cry 
		go to sleepy, little baby 
		when You wake 
		you shall ride 
		all the pretty little horses 

		blacks and bays 
		dapples and greys 
		coach and six a little horses 

		way down yonder 
		down in the meadow 
		lies a poor little lamby 
		bees and butterflies 
		pecking out his eyes 
		poor little thing cries 
		"mummy" 
		hush you bye 
		don't you cry 
		go to sleepy, little baby