sleep, ye little baby When you wake, you shall have All the pretty little horses Dapples and Greys, Pintos and Bays All the pretty little Horses
Hush-a-bye, don't you cry Go to sleep ye little baby When you wake, you shall have All the pretty little horses Way down yonder in the meadow Lies a
baby When you awake you shall have cake And all the pretty little horses. Blacks and Bays, Dapples and Grays Coach, and a six a little horses. So
ALL PRETTY HORSES Hush-a-bye, don't you cry Go to sleepy, little baby When you wake you shall have All the pretty little horses. Blacks and the bays
shall have cake And all the pretty little horses Blacks and bays, dapple and greys All the pretty little horses Blacks and bays, dapple and greys Coach and six white horses
Hush-a-bye, don't you cry Go to sleepy little baby Blacks and bays, dapples and grays, Coach and six-a-little horses Hush-a-bye, don't you cry Go to
(Traditional) Hush-a-bye, don't you cry Go to sleep-y, little baby. When you wake you shall have a cake
ALL THE PRETTY LITTLE HORSES Hushaby, don' you cry Go to sleepy little baby When you awake you shall have cake And all the pretty little horses. Blacks
When you wake You will have All the pretty little horses Black and blue And sorrow, too All the pretty little horses Black and blue And sorrow, too All the pretty little horses
don't you cry Go to sleep-y, little baby When you wake you shall have All the pretty little horses Blacks and bays, dapple grays Coach and six white horses
(Traditional) Hush-a-bye, don't you cry Go to sleepy, little baby When you wake you shall have All the pretty little horses Way down yonder in the meadow
shall have cake and all the pretty little horses blacks and bays, dapple and greys all the pretty little horses blacks and bays, dapple and greys coach and six white horses
cry Go to sleep little baby When you wake, you shall take All the pretty little horses Blacks and bays, dapples and greys Coach and six little horses
ride Whilst your mammy's watching over Blacks and bays Dapples and greys All the pretty little horsies All the pretty little horsies All the pretty little horsies All the pretty
(From Thomas Ligotti's "Les Fleurs", read by the author) To Eden with me you will not leave To live in my cottage of crazy crooked eaves. In your
Translation: Calexico. All The Pretty Horses.
