Lullabies G-I

Go to sleep, go to sleepy

Go to sleep my baby

Go to sleepy little baby

Golden slumbers

Goodnight children

Goodnight Mr. Moon

Great big stars

Greensleeves

Highland fairy lullaby

Ho, ho watanay

Hobo’s lullaby

Hush-a-ba, birdie

Hush a bye, my little crumb

Hushaby! Rockaby!

Hush, hush little baby

Hush little baby

Hush, little rooster

Hush now my darling

I have a little sailboat

I see the moon

If I were an elfin

I'm a bird. I sing my song

I’ve found my bonny babe a nest

Last updated: 11/13/2018 5:02 PM

The songs below are compiled, illustrated and sometimes adapted by Dany Rosevear

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Go to sleep, go to sleepy  🔊

 

 


A variation on the lullaby collected by J. and A. Lomax from the singing of Florida Hampton, Alabama.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Go to sleep, go to sleepy,

Go to sleepy, little baby.

Hush li’l baby an’ don’t you cry,

Go to sleepy, little baby.

Moma and papa have gone to town,

Buy a pretty little pony.

 

Go to sleep, go to sleepy,

Go to sleepy, little baby.

Hush li’l baby an’ don’t you cry,

Go to sleepy, little baby.

When you wake you shall have cake

An’all the mulies in the stable.


 

 

Go to sleep my baby 🔊

 

 


A lullaby from my childhood, not quite sure if these are the words that were sung to me though as there have been so many adaptations since ‘A Wyoming lullaby’ was first written by Gene Williams in 1920

See: https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=31222.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Go to sleep my baby, ,

Close your pretty eyes,

Angels up above you,

Peeping at you from the starry skies.

Great big moon is shining,

Stars begin to peep.

Time for sleepy heads, like you dear,

To go to sleep.

La-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la.

Time for sleepy heads, to go to sleep.


 

 

Go to sleepy little baby O

 

 


A North American lullaby.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Go to sleepy, little baby,

Go to sleepy, little baby,

When you wake we'll patty-patty cake,

And ride a shiny little pony.


 

 

Golden Slumbers 🔊

 

 


Golden Slumbers was written by Thomas Dekker and first published in 1603.

This arrangement is by Dany Rosevear.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Golden slumbers kiss your eyes,

Smiles await you when you rise.

Sleep, pretty darling, do not cry,

And I will sing a lullaby.

Lullaby, lullaby,

And I will sing a lullaby.

 

Cares you know not, therefore sleep,

While over you a watch I'll keep.

Sleep, pretty darling, do not cry,

And I will sing a lullaby.

Lullaby, lullaby,

And I will sing a lullaby.

 

 


 

 

 

Goodnight children 🔊

 

 


A song for going up to bed and settling down to sleep; sing the second verse more slowly.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Goodnight, children, goodnight, children

Goodnight, children it’s time to go to bed,

Merrily we roll along, roll along, roll along

Merrily we roll along as off to bed we go.

 

Sweet dreams, children, sweet dreams, children,

Sweet dreams, children, it’s time to say goodnight.

Merrily we roll along, roll along, roll along,

Merrily we roll along to dreamland we shall go.


 

 

Goodnight Mr. Moon 🔊

 

 


This is a song, possibly from the 1920s, that lies in the folk memory but little else is known about it; grandmother’s sang it to their children as their mothers did before. Find out about the search for information at: mudcat.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Gentle moon that gives us light,

Through the dark and stormy night,

Will you kindly tell us pray,

Where you go to in the day?

In your starry nest,

Do you ever rest?

Goodnight Mr. Moon, we shall have to go and leave you,

Goodnight Mr. Moon, come again and see us soo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oon,

And when we're asleep

Through the window pane you’ll peep

We'll wake up and call out,

Goodnight Mr. Moon.

 

Up and down the moonbeams bright,

Do the fairies dance all night?

Mamma says "Be sure they do"

So of course it must be true.

In your starry nest,

Do you ever rest?

Goodnight Mr. Moon…


 

 

Great big stars O

 

 


This is an adaptation from the version in Ruth Crawford Seeger’s ‘American folk songs for Christmas’ sourced from ‘The story of the Jubilee singers’ edited by J.B.I. Marsh 1877 London: Hodder and Stoughton, 1877 https://openlibrary.org/books/OL23342360M/The_story_of_the_Jubilee_Singers  This volume was a testament to a company of emancipated slaves who toured Europe with their songs raising funds for the education of other African Americans. Well worth reading! To find the song, ‘Shine, shine’ go to P.220.

I have added my own verses and encourage others to make up verses to suit their audience; ‘Warm in bed Ethan is sleeping’.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Great big stars way up yonder,

Great big stars way up yonder,

Great big stars way up yonder,

Oh, my little soul’s gonna shine, shine,

Oh, my little soul’s gonna shine, shine.

 

Shooting stars blaze in number,

Shooting stars blaze in number,

Shooting stars blaze in number,

Oh, my little soul’s gonna shine, shine,

Oh, my little soul’s gonna shine, shine.

 

Great big moon smiles in wonder,

Great big moon smiles in wonder,

Great big moon smiles in wonder,

Oh, my little soul’s gonna shine, shine,

Oh, my little soul’s gonna shine, shine.

 

Warm in bed children slumber,

Warm in bed children slumber,

Warm in bed children slumber,

Oh, my little soul’s gonna shine, shine,

Oh, my little soul’s gonna shine, shine.


 

 

Greensleeves 🔊

 

 


This tune is often used as a lullaby on CDs; the original text might not be suitable but little ones still enjoy the calming sound of the words and the beautiful melody.

Second verse adapted by Dany Rosevear.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Alas my love you do me wrong,

To cast me off discourteously;

For I have loved you so long,

Delighting in your company.

 

Greensleeves was all my joy,

Greensleeves was my delight,

Greensleeves was my heart of gold

And who but my lady Greensleeves.

 

You may desire no earthly thing,

But still you have it readily:

With music still to play and sing,

And now sweetest dreams for your company!


 

 

 

 

Highland fairy lullaby O

 

A lullaby from the Highlands of Scotland. Beware of leaving a baby out of doors in this part of the world  – the little people are out and about and likely to steal them away. There are many more verses to be found online. You can hear it sung beautifully in Gaelic at: http://www.kistodreams.org/fairy_lullaby_g.asp

Blaeberries are similar to blueberries.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


I left my baby lying there,

Lying there, lying there,

I left my baby lying there,

To go and gather blaeberries.

Chorus:

Hovan, hovan gorry og o,

Gorry og o, gorry og o,

Hovan, hovan gorry og o,

I never found my baby-o.

 

I saw the wee brown otter's track,

Otter's track, otter's track,

I saw the wee brown otter's track,

But never saw my baby-o.

 

I heard the curlew crying far,

Crying far, crying far,

I heard the curlew crying far,

But never heard my baby-o.

 

I searched the moorland tarns and then,

Wandered through the silent glen,

I saw the mist upon the ben,

But never found my baby-o.

 

 

 


 

 

Ho, ho watanay 🔊

 

 


Or ‘Iroquois lullaby’ was collected in 1955 by Alan Mill  on the Kahnawake (Caughnawaugha) Reserve near Montreal.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Ho, ho watanay, Ho, ho watanay,

Ho, ho watanay, Kiokina, kiokina, (ki-yo-ke-na)

 

Lullay little one, Lullay little one,

Lullay little one, Now go to sleep my baby.

 

Do, do mon petit, Do, do mon petit,

Do, do mon petit, Et bonne nuit, et bonne nuit.


 

 

 

Hobo’s lullaby O

 

 


Written by Goebel Reeves, this song about the wandering vagabond has been recorded by both Woody Guthrie and his son Arlo (in the film Alice’s Restaurant) and also by many others.

The song tells of the plight of drifters and the homeless that is still sadly relevant today. However, with such a beautiful tune (originally,Just before the battle, mother’), it makes a lovely lullaby for all little people.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Go to sleep you weary hobo,

Let the towns drift slowly by.

Can't you hear the steel rail humming.

That's a hobo's lullaby.

 

Do not think about tomorrow,

Let tomorrow come and go.

Tonight you're in a nice warm boxcar,

Safe from all this wind and snow.

 

I know your clothes are torn and ragged,

And your hair is turning grey.

Lift your head and smile at trouble,

You'll find happiness someday.


 

 

Hush-a-ba, birdie 🔊

 

 


A Scottish lullaby; I found it in ‘The ditty bag’ compiled by Janet E. Tobitt, published 1946. ‘Braw’ is fine, ‘kye’ a herd of cows, ‘bairnie’ baby, ‘maun’ must.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Hush-a-ba, birdie, croon, croon,

Hush-a-ba, birdie, croon;

The sheep are gone to the silver wood,

And the cows are gone to the broom, broom,

And the cows are gone to the broom, broom.

 

Braw it is milking the kye, kye, kye,

Braw it is milking the kye;

The birds are singing, the bells are ringing,

And the wild deer come galloping by, by, by,

And the wild deer come galloping by.

 

Hush-a-ba, birdie, croon, croon,

Hush-a-ba, birdie, croon;

The goats are gone to the mountain high,

And they'll not be home till noon, noon, noon,

And they'll not be home till noon.

 

Braw it is herding the kye, kye, kye,

Braw it is herding the kye;

The lambs are skipping, the sun is dipping,

And bairnie maun hush-a-ba, by, by, by,

And bairnie maun hush-a-ba, by.


 

 

Hush a bye, my little crumb 🔊

 

 


A Cornish lullaby. It can be found on the Jackie Oates album of lullabies where she sings it so beautifully! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-K337urH_v4. It was first recorded by Cyril Tawney on his album ‘Songs of Devon and Cornwall’.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Hush a bye, my little crumb,

The sheep are far from home,

The cows are to the far, far field

And won’t be home ‘til noon.


 

 

 

Hushaby! Rockaby! 🔊

 

 


From ‘Rhymes for little hands’ by Maud Burnham published in 1906.

Music and actions by Dany Rosevear.

 

1. Rock arms gently for each  Hushaby! Rockaby! 2. Put fingers to lips. 3. Hands creep. 4. Hold arms close to body. 5. Put both hands to side of cheek.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Hushaby! Rockaby!

Babies are sleeping.

Hushaby! Rockaby!

Sandman is creeping.

Hushaby! Rockaby!

Tucked in bed tight.

Hushaby! Rockaby!

Good night! Good night!

 


 

 

 

Hush, hush little baby / Evening 🔊

 

 


These lovely words come from ‘A book of 1,000 poems’ and are not accredited to anyone. Dany Rosevear adapted a traditional tune to write the music to accompany the poem.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Hush, hush, little baby,

The sun's in the west;

The lamb in the meadow

Has lain down to rest.

 

The bough rocks the bird now,

The flower rocks the bee,

The wave rocks the lily,

The wind rocks the tree;

 

And I rock the baby,

So softly to sleep…

It must not awaken

Till daisy-buds peep.


 

 

 

Hush, little rooster 🔊

 

 


A lovely song to sing before settling down to a bedtime or any other storytime book.

The words were probably originally were sung as a young child’s prayer ending with ‘We are talking to God right now’.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Hush, little rooster with your cock-a-doodle-doo,

Hush, little kitten with your mew, mew, mew,

Hush, little puppy with your bow, wow, wow,

Please don’t moo, moo, Mrs. Cow.

Hush! Hush! Hush!

Time to listen to a story now.

 

Hush, little pig with your oink, oink, oink,

Hush, little lamb with your baa, baa, baa,

Hush, mother chicken with your cluck, cluck, cluck,

Please don't quack, quack, Mrs. Duck.

Hush! Hush! Hush!

Time to go to sleep right now.

 


 

 

 

Hush little baby O

 

A lullaby from the U.S.A - mockingbirds live in this part of the New World. Find out more at: http://10000birds.com/mockingbirds.htm

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Hush little baby don’t say a word,

Ma-ma’s goin’ to buy you a mocking bird.

 

And if that mocking bird won’t sing,

Ma-ma’s goin’ to buy you a diamond ring.

 

And if that diamond ring turns brass,

Ma-ma’s goin’ to buy you a looking glass.

 

And if that looking glass gets broke,

Ma-ma’s goin’ to buy you a billy goat.

 

And if that billy goat won’t pull,

Ma-ma’s goin’ to buy you a cart and bull.

 

And if that cart and bull turn over,

Ma-ma’s goin’ to buy you a dog named Rover.

 

And if that dog named Rover won’t bark,

Ma-ma’s goin’ to buy you a horse and cart.

And if that horse and cart fall down,

You’ll still be the sweetest little baby in town.

 

 

 


 

 

Hush now my darling 🔊

 

 


A lullaby sung by the Ojibwe people of Wisconsin. The words are by Norma Tovey and can be found in ‘Merrily Merrily’ published by the Australian Breastfeeding Association in 1979.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Hush now my darling,

Hush little child,

Bears are a-roaming

Out there in the wild,

But you are safe here,

Mother is very near.


 

 

 

I have a little sailboat 🔊

 

 


The origins of this song are somewhat obscure though several people remember hearing this lullaby when they were children: http://amiralace.blogspot.co.uk/2007/01/i-have-little-sailboat.html

Adapted and arranged by Dany Rosevear.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


I have a little sailboat and I'm going to sea;

I'll follow all the seagulls 'till there's no one there but me.

I'll sail into the sun 'till I run out of blue,

Then I'll turn my sailboat and I'll come home to you.

Lullaby, lullaby, lullaby, lullaby.

 

I'm going to be a sailor, the whole world I'll explore;

Somewhere there is an island that was never found before.

And when I reach my island so shiny and new,

I'll breathe upon my sailboat and I'll sail home to you.

Lullaby, lullaby, lullaby, lullaby.

 


 


 

I see the moon O

 

 


A lullaby by Meredith Willson that we once sung as children. http://www.grammarphobia.com/blog/2010/04/1697.html

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


I see the moon and the moon sees me,

Down through the leaves of the old oak tree,

Please let the light that shines on me,

Shine on the one I love.

 

Over the mountain, over the sea,

Back where my heart is longing to be,

Please let the light that shines on me,

Shine on the one I love.

 

I hear the lark, the lark hears me,

Singing from the leaves of the old oak tree,

Oh, let the lark that sings to me,

Sing to the one I love,

 


 

 

If I were an elfin 🔊

 

 


This sweet little song and summer lullaby comes from ‘140 folk songs’ from the Concorde Series 1921. The words are by Homer H. Harbour to a Bohemian Folk-song.

Music arranged by Dany Rosevear.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


If I were a tiny elfin,

Just as high as a fly,

I should creep into a flower

There to lie.

 

There I’d watch from out my window

Bumblebees in the breeze,

Buzzing by among the grasses

Tall as trees.

 

Safe from giant toad and sparrow

I should keep, hidden deep,

Till the summer winds would rock me

Fast asleep.


 

 

 

I'm a bird. I sing my song 🔊

 

 


This gentle song can be a hand play, action rhyme or lullaby.

I have been unable to find the source of this little rhyme or the original music.

Music by Dany Rosevear.

 

Hand play: Put right hand on left and bob like a bird. Then open and close thumb and forefinger. Cross hands at wrists and flap. Put hands to cheek. Cup hands like a nest.

 

Action rhyme: Move gently around the room with arms outstretched, up and down and around. Slowly subside and curl into nest with hands to cheek.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


I'm a bird. I sing my song,

And fly, fly, fly, all day long.

And at night, I go to rest,

And sleep, sleep, sleep in my little nest.

 


 

 

I've found my bonny babe a nest  🔊

 

 


A poem by Alfred Perceval Graves (1846-1931) an Anglo-Irish poet.

Music arranged by Dany Rosevear 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


I've found my bonny babe a nest,

On Slumber Tree,

I'll rock you there to rosy rest,

Asthore Machree!

Oh, lulla lo! sing all the leaves,

On Slumber Tree,

Till everything that hurts or grieves,

Afar must flee.

 

I've put my pretty child to float,

Away from me,

Within the new moon's silver boat,

On Slumber Sea.

And when your starry sail is o'er

From Slumber Sea,

My precious one, you'll step to shore,

On Mother's knee.

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