Lullaby

Baby, baby, naughty baby,
Hush, you squaling thing, I say,
Peace this moment, peace or maybe
Bonaparte will pass this way

Baby, baby, he's a giant,
Tall and black as Monmouth steeple,
And he breakfasts, dines and suppers
Every day on naughty people.

Baby, baby, if he hears you
As he gallops past the house,
Limb from limb at once he'll tear you,
Just as pussy tears a mouse.

And he'll beat you, beat you, beat you,
And he'll beat you all to pap,
And he'll eat you, eat you, eat you,
Every morsel, snap, snap, snap!

Nineteenth century English lullaby