American Old Time Song Lyrics: 21 Hush, My Baby Bunting

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 21

HUSH, MY BABY BUNTING.
Copyright, 1888, by Montague Breslin.

The cradle swings while mother sings,
And baby softly, calmly sleeps;
The old brass clock goes tick-a-tock,
As time to mother's song it keeps.
Hush, my baby Bunting,
Papa's gone a hunting,
So close your loving eyes in sleep
Till morning light is dawning.
Hush, my baby Bunting,
Papa's gone a hunting,
Then dream of him and mother dear
Till sunshine in the morning.

Chorus.
Husk-a-bye, lullaby, baby, oh, bye,
Mother is watching, no danger is nigh;
Lullaby, hush-a-bye, mother will sing,
Till angels sweet slumber to thee will bring.

A footstep falls, a sweet voice calls,
'Tis papa coming down the lane,
From toil now free, he longs to see
His baby's smiling face again.
Hush-a-bye, baby Bunting,
Papa's gone a hunting,
So close your loving eyes in sleep
Till morning light is dawning.
Hush, my baby Bunting,
Papa's gone a hunting,
Then dreara of him and mother dear
Till sunshine in the morning.-Chorus.

A smile, a kiss, there is no bliss
So sweet to them as baby boy;
In after years, thro' smiles and tears,
Oh, cheer their loving hearts with joy.
Hush, my baby Bunting,
Papa's gone a hunting,
So close your loving eyes in sleep
Till morning light is dawning.
Hush, my baby Bunting,
Papa's gone a hunting,
Then dream of him and mother dear
Till sunshine in the morning.-Chorus.