Good Night

  Little baby, lay your head

  On your pretty cradle-bed;

  Shut your eye-peeps, now the day

  And the light are gone away;

  All the clothes are tucked in tight;

  Little baby dear, good night.

  Yes, my darling, well I know

  How the bitter wind doth blow;

  And the winter's snow and rain

  Patter on the window-pane:

  But they cannot come in here,

  To my little baby dear;

  For the window shutteth fast,

  Till the stormy night is past;

  And the curtains warm are spread

  Round about her cradle-bed:

  So till morning shineth bright,

  Little baby dear, good night.