Bye O my baby, When I was a lady, O then my poor baby didn't cry; But my baby is weeping, For want of good keeping, Oh, I fear my poor baby will die. Shee said: Lullabye, mine owne deere child! Lullabye, deere child, deere! I wold thy father were a king, Thy mother layd on a beere! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE WATER by HAYDEN CARRUTH EMERGENCY HAYING by HAYDEN CARRUTH MARSHALL WASHER by HAYDEN CARRUTH SONG OF TWO CROWS by HAYDEN CARRUTH OLD MEN ON THE COURTHOUSE LAWN, MURRAY, KENTUCKY by JAMES GALVIN STORIES ARE MADE OF MISTAKES by JAMES GALVIN |