Sleep, baby sleep, 
our cottage vale is deep,
the little lamb is on the green, 
with snowy fleece so soft and clean,
Sleep, baby sleep.

Sleep, baby sleep, 
I would not would not weep,
The little lamb he never cries, 
for bright and happy are his eyes,
Sleep, baby sleep,

Sleep, baby sleep, 
near where the woodbines creep,
Be always like the lamb so mild, 
a sweet and kind and gentle child,
Sleep, baby sleep.

Sleep, baby sleep, 
Thy rest shall angels keep. 
While on the grass the lamb shall feed,
and never suffer want or need,
Sleep, baby sleep.