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MOTHER-PLAY RHYMES

Rock-a-bye, baby, thy cradle is green;
Father's a nobleman, mother's a Queen;
And Betty's a lady, and wears a gold ring;
And Johnny's a drummer, and drums for
 the King.


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 Hush thee, my babby,
 Lie still with thy daddy,
Thy mammy has gone to the mill,
 To grind thee some wheat
 To make thee some meat,
And so, my dear babby, lie still.