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The James T. Callow Folklore Archive
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Lullaby
Rock a bye baby on the tree top,
When the wind blows the cradle will rock.
When the bough breaks the cradle will fall,
And down will come baby cradle and all.
Data entry tech comment:
Informant and collector are the same person.
Where learned: MOTHER
| Subject headings: | Ballad Song Dance Game Music Verse -- Cradle song Lullaby |
Lullaby
Rock-a-by baby, in the tree top, when the wind blows the cradle will rock.
Data entry tech comment:
Informant and collector are the same person.
Where learned: MICHIGAN ; DETROIT
| Subject headings: | Ballad Song Dance Game Music Verse -- Cradle song Lullaby |
Rock a Bye Baby
Rock a bye baby on the treetop
when the wind blows the cradle will rock,
when the bow [bough] breaks the cradle will fall,
down will come cradle baby and all.
Data entry tech comment:
Informant and collector are the same person.
Where learned: MICHIGAN ; DETROIT
| Subject headings: | Ballad Song Dance Game Music Verse -- Cradle song Lullaby |
Sleep Johnny
Good night, sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite, little Johnny wants to sleep tonight.
Submitter comment:
Informant learned this in the 1920s.
Data entry tech comment:
Informant and collector share the same surname.
Where learned: PENNSYLVANIA ; ERIE
| Subject headings: | Ballad Song Dance Game Music Verse -- Cradle song Lullaby |
An Irish Lullaby
Sleep, o babe, for the red bee hums,
The silent twilight's fall,
Eval from the grey rock comes
To wrap the world inthrall.
A lyan van o, my child, my joy,
My love and heart's desire,
The crickets sing you lullaby
Beside the dying fire.
Dusk is drawn and the green man's thorn
Is wreathed in rings of fog.
Sheevra sails his boat 'til morn
Upon the starry bog.
A lyan van o, the pal'y moon
Has wrapped her cusp in dew
And weeps to hear the sad sleep tune
I sing, oh, love, to you.
Submitter comment:
An authentic Irish song as I remember we sang it each year on St. Patrick's Day at the girls' boarding school I went to.
Data entry tech comment:
Informant and collector are the same person.
Where learned: GIRLS BOARDING SCHOOL
| Subject headings: | Ballad Song Dance Game Music Verse -- Cradle song Lullaby |
Lullaby
Fall asleep for me, fall asleep,
or else grow up for me.
You'll sooner fall asleep for me
than you'll grow up for me.
(Translated from the Polish in which it has rhyme,)
Where learned: informant's home
| Subject headings: | Ballad Song Dance Game Music Verse -- Cradle song Lullaby |
Lullaby
Sleep, baby sleep
Our cottage vale is deep
The little lamb is on the green
With wooly fleece so soft and clean.
Sleep, baby sleep.
Where learned: informant's home
| Subject headings: | Ballad Song Dance Game Music Verse -- Cradle song Lullaby |
Lullaby
Close your eyes my baby,
Close your eyes so blue,
Soon will come the sandman,
Bringing dreams to you.
Submitter comment:
Informant learned from her mother.
Where learned: MICHIGAN ; DETROIT ; MOTHER
| Subject headings: | Ballad Song Dance Game Music Verse -- Cradle song Lullaby |
Sleep, Baby, Sleep
Sleep, baby, sleep.
Close your eyes and just you sleep.
Rest, baby, rest.
Close your eyes and just you rest.
For your mammy done work hard all day,
She ain't even had time to kneel down and pray.
And your daddy, he done gone away,
But never you mind chile -- He'll be back some day.
So -- sleep, baby, sleep.
Close your eyes and just you sleep.
Submitter comment:
Origin: Free Press Fresh Air Camp, 1953.
Where learned: MICHIGAN ; DETROIT
| Subject headings: | Ballad Song Dance Game Music Verse -- Cradle song Lullaby |
A Fairy Lullaby
I left my baby lying here,
Lying here, lying here.
I left my baby lying here,
To go and gather blackberries.
Chorus:
Hovan, Hovan gonny ago.
Gonny ago, gonny ago.
Hovan, Hovan, gonny ago.
I've lost my darling baby o.
I traced the otter on the lake,
On yonder lake, on yonder lake.
I traced the otter on the lake,
But could not trace my baby o.
I traced the little yellow faun
The yellow faun, the yellow faun.
I traced the little yellow faun.
But could not trace my baby o.
I traced the mist on yonder ben,
On yonder ben, on yonder ben.
The mountain mist I traced, but then,
I could not trace my baby o.
Submitter comment:
The informant heard this from a Scottish girl who is now living in Mexico.
Where learned: informant's home
| Subject headings: | Ballad Song Dance Game Music Verse -- Cradle song Lullaby |