All The Pretty Little Horses in Barbara Dickson

Hush a bye, don't you cry,
Go to sleepy little baby
When you awake, you will have cake,
And all the pretty little horses.
Black and bay, dapple and gray,
Coach and six little horses,
Hush a bye, don't you cry,
Go to sleepy little baby.

Hush a bye, don't you cry,
Go to sleepy little baby,
When you awake, you will have cake,
And all the pretty little horses.

Way down yonder, down in the meadow,
There's a poor little lamby,
The bees and the butterflies peckin' out its eyes
The poor little thing cried mammy