Lullabies of England, Scotland and Wales with lyrics listen online

Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
And a merry old soul was he;
He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl,
And he called for his fiddlers three.
Every fiddler he had a fiddle,
And a very fine fiddle had he;
Oh there's none so rare, as can compare,
With King Cole and his fiddlers three.

Lavender's blue, dilly dilly, lavender's green,
When I am king, dilly, dilly, you shall be queen.

Who told you so, dilly, dilly, who told you so?
'Twas my own heart, dilly, dilly, that told me so.

Call up your men, dilly, dilly, set them to work
Some with a rake, dilly, dilly, some with a fork.

Some to make hay, dilly, dilly, some to thresh corn.
While you and I, dilly, dilly, keep ourselves warm.

Lavender's green, dilly, dilly, Lavender's blue,
If you love me, dilly, dilly, I will love you.

Let the birds sing, dilly, dilly, And the lambs play;
We shall be safe, dilly, dilly, out of harm's way.

I love to dance, dilly, dilly, I love to sing;
When I am queen, dilly, dilly, You'll be my king.

Who told me so, dilly, dilly, Who told me so?
I told myself, dilly, dilly, I told me so.

Ushag veg ruy ny moanee doo 
Moanee doo, moanee doo 
Ushag veg ruy ny moanee doo 
C’raad chaddil oo riyr ‘syn oie? 

Nagh chaddil mish riyr er baare y crouw 
Baare y crouw, baare y crouw 
Lesh fliaghey tuittym er dagh cheu 
As ogh! My chadley cha treih 

Nagh chaddil mish riyr er baare y dress 
Baare y dress, baare y dress 
Tra va’n gheay sheidey v’ey gymmyrkey lhee 
As ogh! My chadley cha treih 

Nagh chaddil mish riyr er baare y tonn 
Baare y tonn, baare y tonn 
Myr shimmey mac dooinney cadley roym 
As ogh! My chadley cha treih 

Chaddil mish riyr eddyr daa ghuillag 
Eddyr daa ghuillag, eddyr daa ghuillag 
Myr cadley yn oikan er keeagh y vummig 
As O! my chadley cha kiune 

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Rock-a-bye, baby, in the treetop,
When the wind blows the cradle will rock;
When the bough breaks the cradle will fall,
And down will come baby, cradle and all.

Baby is drowsing, cosy and fair.
Mother sits near, in her rocking chair.
Forward and back the cradle she swings,
And though baby sleeps, he hears what she sings.

From the high rooftops down to the sea,
No one's as dear as baby to me.
Wee little fingers, eyes wide and bright -
Now sound asleep until morning light.