You come from o'er the waters,
 From famed Columbia's land,
And you have sons and daughters,
 And money at command.
But I live in an island,
 Great Britain is its name,
With money none to buy land,
 The more it is the shame.
But we are all the children
 Of one great God of Love,
Whose mercy like a mill-drain
 Runs over from above.
Lullaby, lullaby,
 Sugar-plums and cates,
Close your little peeping eye,
 Bonny Baby B——s.