Hush-a-ba, birdie, croon, croon,
The sheep are gane to the silver wood,
An' the coos are gane to the broom, broom,
An' it's braw milkin' the kye, kye; 
The birds are singing,
The bells are ringing,
The wild deer come galloping bye, bye.
 
Hush-a-ba, birdie, croon, croon, 
The ewes are gane to the mountain top,
An' they'll no' be hame till noon, noon,
An' it's braw  herdin' the kye, kye; 
The lambs are skipping,
The sun is dipping,
An' bairnie maun  hush-a-ba, bye, bye.
 
Hush-a-ba, birdie, croon, croon, 
Your mither  is weary wi' watchin' here,
An' fain wad she lie doun, doun,
An' to rest she'll no be blate, blate;
The fire is sinkin'
And mither  is thinkin'
Her bairnie maun  sleep for it's late, late.