All the Pretty Little Horses

Hush you bye, don't you cry

Go to sleep little baby

When you wake you shall have

All the pretty little horses

Blacks and bay, dapple and gray

Coach and six little horses

Way down yonder in the meadow

Lies a poor little lambie

And a bee and a fly are picking out its eyes

The poor little thing cried, "Mammie"

Hush you bye, don't you cry

Go to sleep little baby

When you wake you shall have

All the pretty little horses

Blacks and bay, dapple and gray

Coach and six little horses