by Gladys Rich
ush-a-bye you sweet little baby and don’t you cry any more.
Daddy has gone to his stockbroker’s office a keepin’ the wolf from the door.
Nursie will raise the window shade high,
So you can see the cars whizzing by.
Home in a hurry each daddy must fly
To a baby like you.
Hush-a-bye you sweet little baby and close those pretty blue eyes.
Mother has gone to her weekly bridge party to get her wee baby the prize.
Nursie will turn the radio on
So you can hear a sleepy-time song,
Sung by a lady whose poor heart must long
For a baby like you.