Rock-a-bye Baby

Kieran a-alive.

Um, but there's times where the, some of my fondest memories, I took, uh, Declan on a camping trip, and we sat by the fire, and he sang "Rock-a-My Baby" to Kieran-

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Next up is Rock-A-Bye Baby.

No, not Al Jolson's Rock-A-Bye Your Baby to a Dixie melody, but this nursery rhyme.

Rock-A-Bye Baby, on the treetops, when the wind blows, the cradle will rock.

When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall, and down will come baby, cradle, and all.

Here's Smosh.com's take on this one.

The Tale of Sir Lancelot.

let me think a moment said puss jr to king karl and his brother old king cinder who you remember in the last story had just asked our little traveler to tell them one of his adventures i must run over in my mind what would best suit your royal ears ha ha laughed mary king cold give us a tale of warlike deeds excitement my good sir cat but crusty old king cinder never said a word he was a chilly old man not at all like his brother i will tell you of my meeting with the noble sir lancelot of the lake resumed one day as i was walking through a wood i met a knight all dressed in armour bright and after talking with him i found that he once knew my father the famous puss in boots now seneschal to my lord of carabas and then to my delight this noble knight asked me to accompany him for say he preachers we may come upon an adventure you and i little comrade in boots so i climbed up behind him on his war-horse and together we rode forth until we came to a bridge that spanned a river on the opposite shore of which stood a castle but when we attempted to cross the keeper of the bridge laid hold of our horse's bridle and would have detained us had i not beat him upon the hand with the flat of my sword at this point in the story king kou clapped his broad hand upon his leg and cried bravely done my good sir cat but old king cinder never said a word mine but he was a crusty old king well after a little continued poos junior we came to the castle and the knights and ladies-in-waiting didn't make much fun of my knight for having so strange a comrade as a cat in boots but on learning he was sir lancelot and that i was the son of the famous puss in boots their laughter stopped and we were invited to stay at the castle now the lord of this castle was a very wicked lord and in the middle of the night he stole into our room and would have killed the noble sir lancelot had i not been awake it was indeed lucky that i heard a noise at our chamber door and that i stood beside it just as the wicked lord crept in for had i not wounded him in the arm with my sword he might have harmed my knight ere he could grasp his own weapon to defend himself bravo cried king cold as poos finished you have told me a good tale and now we should have a good dinner eh brother and he nudged his crusty brother in the ribs until he coughed but old king cinder never never say a word he was such a crusty old king after dinner poos was entertained by the court jester and the next morning resumed his journey of adventure on his good gray horse and what happened later i will tell you in the next story if you will promise never to be like crusty old king cinder chapter thirty one THE FOOLISH MILLER one cold morning as puss jr was riding on his good gray horse he came to a river on the banks of which stood a mill but the mill-wheel was quiet for the river was frozen over now puss was still traveling in new mother goose land and as he came near the old mill he heard a voice singing there was a foolish miller once went skating on the dee the ice was thin and he felled in no fish so wet as he and then he sang a doleful song for shivery wet was he oh dear oh dear i greatly fear i'll have pneumony where are you asked poos junior looking around for he could see nobody then the door opened and out from the oatmeal came the miller himself leaning on a crutch who calls he asked i inquire who sang the song about the foolish miller answered poos junior with a grin i sang about my foolish self answered the miller oh that i could get rid of this rheumatism and he made a right face and gave a groan rheumatism is harder to lose than a flea said remembering the miller in old mother goose land who looked upon his pillow and there he saw a flea that hopped inside the dusty mill beside the river dee aye that it is said the miller although i've never had a flea like my brother who lives a long way from here upon the banks of this same river yes i have met him said puss and a mighty pleasant man he was he had a rat and a mouse for friends and all day long he ground the corn into meal and oh yes on a big willow tree near by hung a rock-a-bye baby upon the tree-top and when the wind blew the cradle did rock indeed said the miller i wish i had a willow tree and a rock by baby for i am a very lonely man nobody grinds his corn at my old mill it is all taken to town and ground by electricity and i and my old mill are forgotten time has changed everything but why did you go skating asked puss for he could not understand why this old miller should wish to skate I was foolish, replied the old man.

I was anxious to cross to the other side to buy sugar for my coffee.

So I started across, and, well, you know the rest.

And in the next story, I'll tell you what happened in the old mill.

End of chapter thirty-two CHAPTER XXXIII.

MORE ABOUT ROCK-A-BYE BABY in the last story you remember i told you all about the foolish miller who lived upon the river dee and who went skating when the ice was thin and so felled in and got new money well after he invited puss to come into the old mill he brought out a chair and asked our little traveller to sit down and tell him more about the rock-a-bye baby whose cradle swam on the willow tree by his brother's mill in old mother goose land i might as well begin at the beginning and go right on to the end said puss crossing one leg and stroking his whiskers like a regular story-teller you see your brother was very busy grinding corn all day for in the morning the farmers would leave it and then call for it in the evening so all day long he would have nobody to talk to except as i told you his two small friends the rat and the mouse and the baby of course but it couldn't talk it would only cool from the tree-top and he would cool back to it and then he would go inside the mill and grind his corn and the little mouse would watch him and so would the rat but they were the only live things he saw all day and in the evening the mother of the baby would come up from the town and take down the cradle and carry cradle and baby to her little house close by and she would thank the miller so sweetly for feeding her little boy at noontime and the miller would say oh don't mention it when he grows up i shall let him work for me and when i die he shall have the old mill and then she would smile and sing to her baby boy hi little baby boy mother is here what has the robin bird song to you dear lonely has mother been down in the town sewing a bonnet and stitching a gown softly she sang to herself as the clock went ticky-tock ticky-tock ticky-tock

Ugh, I have had no luck lately.

The Tale of Sir Lancelot.

let me think a moment said puss jr to king karl and his brother old king cinder who you remember in the last story had just asked our little traveler to tell them one of his adventures i must run over in my mind what would best suit your royal ears ha ha laughed mary king cold give us a tale of warlike deeds excitement my good sir cat but crusty old king cinder never said a word he was a chilly old man not at all like his brother i will tell you of my meeting with the noble sir lancelot of the lake resumed one day as i was walking through a wood i met a knight all dressed in armour bright and after talking with him i found that he once knew my father the famous puss in boots now seneschal to my lord of carabas and then to my delight this noble knight asked me to accompany him for say he preachers we may come upon an adventure you and i little comrade in boots so i climbed up behind him on his war-horse and together we rode forth until we came to a bridge that spanned a river on the opposite shore of which stood a castle but when we attempted to cross the keeper of the bridge laid hold of our horse's bridle and would have detained us had i not beat him upon the hand with the flat of my sword at this point in the story king kou clapped his broad hand upon his leg and cried bravely done my good sir cat but old king cinder never said a word mine but he was a crusty old king well after a little continued poos junior we came to the castle and the knights and ladies-in-waiting didn't make much fun of my knight for having so strange a comrade as a cat in boots but on learning he was sir lancelot and that i was the son of the famous puss in boots their laughter stopped and we were invited to stay at the castle now the lord of this castle was a very wicked lord and in the middle of the night he stole into our room and would have killed the noble sir lancelot had i not been awake it was indeed lucky that i heard a noise at our chamber door and that i stood beside it just as the wicked lord crept in for had i not wounded him in the arm with my sword he might have harmed my knight ere he could grasp his own weapon to defend himself bravo cried king cold as puss finished you have told me a good tale and now we should have a good dinner eh brother and he nudged his crusty brother in the ribs until he coughed but old king cinder never never say a word he was such a crusty old king after dinner puss was entertained by the court jester and the next morning resumed his journey of adventure on his good gray horse and what happened later i will tell you in the next story if you will promise never to be like crusty old king cinder chapter thirty one THE FOOLISH MILLER one cold morning as puss jr was riding on his good gray horse he came to a river on the banks of which stood a mill but the mill-wheel was quiet for the river was frozen over now puss was still traveling in new mother goose land and as he came near the old mill he heard a voice singing there was a foolish miller once went skating on the dee the ice was thin and he felled in no fish so wet as he and then he sang a doleful song for shivery wet was he oh dear oh dear i greatly fear i'll have pneumonia where are you asked poos junior looking around for he could see nobody then the door opened and out from the oatmeal came the miller himself leaning on a crutch who calls he asked i inquire who sang the song about the foolish miller answered poos junior with a grin i sang about my foolish self answered the miller oh that i could get rid of this rheumatism and he made a right face and gave a groan rheumatism is harder to lose than a flea said remembering the miller in old mother goose land who looked upon his pillow and there he saw a flea that hopped inside the dusty mill beside the river di aye that it is said the miller although i've never had a flea like my brother who lives a long way from here upon the banks of this same river yes i have met him said puss and a mighty pleasant man he was he had a rat and a mouse for friends and all day long he ground the corn into meal and oh yes on a big willow tree near by hung a rock-a-bye baby upon the tree-top and when the wind blew the cradle did rock indeed said the miller i wish i had a willow tree and a rock by baby for i am a very lonely man nobody grinds his corn at my old mill it is all taken to town and ground by electricity and i and my old mill are forgotten time has changed everything but why did you go skating asked puss for he could not understand why this old miller should wish to skate I was foolish, replied the old man.

I was anxious to cross to the other side to buy sugar for my coffee.

So I started across, and, well, you know the rest.

Soon twelve be time for mother to see her baby boy up in the old willow tree, and then she will kiss him and swim him in her arms, and after that she will hurry home, leaving the old miller gazing after her until she disappeared at the turn in the road.

This is one of my favorite adventures, and little Puss Jr., looking into the miller's face, saw that there were tears on his cheeks.

i think said the miller with a sad smile i shall go to see my brother as soon as my rheumatism gets well for i am lonely here for no one comes with corn any more yes i will go to see him very soon for i must see the rock-a-bye baby upon the tree-top and down in the village the tick-tocky clock Come with me, said Puss.

You shall ride behind me on my good gray horse.

He had a rat and a mouse for friends, and all day long he ground the corn into meal.

And oh yes, on a big willow tree nearby hung a Rock-a-bye Baby upon the treetop, and when the wind blew, the cradle did rock." "Indeed," said the miller.

"I wish I had a willow tree and a Rock-a-bye Baby, for I am a very lonely man.

Nobody grinds his corn at my old mill.

It is all taken to town and ground by electricity, and I and my old mill are forgotten.

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The Tale of Sir Lancelot let me think a moment said puss jr to king karl and his brother old king cinder who you remember in the last story had just asked our little traveler to tell them one of his adventures i must run over in my mind what would best suit your royal ears ha ha laughed mary king cold give us a tale of warlike deeds excitement my good sir cat but crusty old king cinder never said a word he was a chilly old man not at all like his brother i will tell you of my meeting with the noble sir lancelot of the lake resumed one day as i was walking through a wood i met a knight all dressed in armour bright and after talking with him i found that he once knew my father the famous puss in boots now seneschal to my lord of carabas and then to my delight this noble knight asked me to accompany him for say he preachers we may come upon an adventure you and i little comrade in boots so i climbed up behind him on his war-horse and together we rode forth until we came to a bridge that spanned a river on the opposite shore of which stood a castle but when we attempted to cross the keeper of the bridge laid hold of our horse's bridle and would have detained us had i not beat him upon the hand with the flat of my sword at this point in the story king kou clapped his broad hand upon his leg and cried bravely done my good sir cat but old king cinder never said a word mine but he was a crusty old king well after a little continued poos junior we came to the castle and the knights and ladies in waiting didn't make much fun of my knight for having so strange a comrade as a cat in boots but on learning he was sir lancelot and that i was the son of the famous puss in boots their laughter stopped and we were invited to stay at the castle now the lord of this castle was a very wicked lord and in the middle of the night he stole into our room and would have killed the noble sir lancelot had i not been awake it was indeed lucky that i heard a noise at our chamber door and that i stood beside it just as the wicked lord crept in for had i not wounded him in the arm with my sword he might have harmed my knight ere he could grasp his own weapon to defend himself bravo cried king cold as poos finished you have told me a good tale and now we should have a good dinner eh brother and he nudged his crusty brother in the ribs until he coughed but old king cinder never never say a word he was such a crusty old king after dinner poos was entertained by the court jester and the next morning resumed his journey of adventure on his good gray horse and what happened later i will tell you in the next story if you will promise never to be like crusty old king cinder chapter thirty one THE FOOLISH MILLER one cold morning as puss jr was riding on his good gray horse he came to a river on the banks of which stood a mill but the mill-wheel was quiet for the river was frozen over now puss was still traveling in new mother goose land and as he came near the old mill he heard a voice singing there was a foolish miller once went skating on the dee the ice was thin and he felled in no fish so wet as he and then he sang a doleful song for shivery wet was he oh dear oh dear i greatly fear i'll have pneumony where are you asked poos junior looking around for he could see nobody then the door opened and out from the oatmeal came the miller himself leaning on a crutch who calls he asked i inquire who sang the song about the foolish miller answered poos junior with a grin i sang about my foolish self answered the miller oh that i could get rid of this rheumatism and he made a right face and gave a groan oomph oomph rheumatism is harder to lose than a flea said puss remembering the miller in old mother goose land who looked upon his pillow and there he saw a flea that hopped inside the dusty mill beside the river dee aye that it is said the miller although i have never had a flea like my brother who lives a long way from here upon the banks of this same river yes i have met him said puss and a mighty pleasant man he was he had a rat and a mouse for friends and all day long he ground the corn into meal and oh yes on a big willow tree near by hung a rock-a-bye baby upon the tree-top and when the wind blew the cradle did rock indeed said the miller i wish i had a willow tree and a rock-a-bye baby for i am a very lonely man nobody grinds his corn at my old mill it is all taken to town and ground by electricity and i and my old mill are forgotten time has changed everything but why did you go skating asked poos for he could not understand why this old miller should wish to skate i was foolish replied the old man i was anxious to cross to the other side to buy sugar for my coffee so i started across and well you know the rest the ice was thin and i fell in then the old miller turned back into his meal come in and rest he said So Post gave his horse a bag of oats and went inside.

And in the next story, I'll tell you what happened in the oatmeal.

End of chapter 32 CHAPTER XXXIII.

MORE ABOUT ROCK-A-BYE BABY in the last story you remember i told you all about the foolish miller who lived upon the river dee and who went skating when the ice was thin and so felled in and got new money well after he invited puss to come into the old mill he brought out a chair and asked our little traveller to sit down and tell him more about the rock-a-bye baby whose cradle swam on the willow tree by his brother's mill in old mother goose land i might as well begin at the beginning and go right on to the end said puss crossing one leg and stroking his whiskers like a regular story-teller you see your brother was very busy grinding corn all day for in the morning the farmers would leave it and then call for it in the evening so all day long he would have nobody to talk to except as i told you his two small friends the rat and the mouse and the baby of course but it couldn't talk it would only cool from the tree-top and he would cool back to it and then he would go inside the mill and grind his corn and the little mouse would watch him and so would the rat but they were the only live things he saw all day and in the evening the mother of the baby would come up from the town and take down the cradle and carry cradle and baby to her little house close by and she would thank the miller so sweetly for feeding her little boy at noontime and the miller would say oh don't mention it when he grows up i shall let him work for me and when i die he shall have the old mill and then she would smile and sing to her baby boy hi little baby boy mother is here what has the robin bird sung to you dear lonely has mother been down in the town sewing a bonnet and stitching a gown softly she sang to herself as the clock went tick-a-tock tick-a-tock tick-a-tock

Hey, it's Bobby Bones.

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Soon twelve be time for mother to see her baby boy up in the old willow tree, and then she will kiss him and swim him in her arms, and after that she will hurry home, leaving the old miller gazing after her until she disappeared at the turn in the road.