Oh, The Little Bird Is Rocking In The Cradle Of The Wind, And It's Bye, My Little Wee One, Bye; The Harvest All Is Gathered And The Pippins All Are Binned; Bye, My Little Wee One, Bye; The Little RabbIt's Hiding In The Golden Shock Of Corn, The Thrifty Squirrel'S Laughing Bunny'S Idleness To Scorn; You Are Smiling With The Angels In Your Slumber, Smile Till Morn; So It's Bye, My Little Wee One, Bye. There'll Be Plenty In The Cellar, There'll Be Plenty On The Shelf; Bye, My Little Wee One, Bye; There'll Be Goodly Store Of Sweetings For A Dainty Little Elf; Bye, My Little Wee One, Bye. The Snow May Be A-Flying O'Er The Meadow And The Hill, The Ice Has Checked The Chatter Of The Little Laughing Rill, But In Your Cosey Cradle You Are Warm And Happy Still; So Bye, My Little Wee One, Bye. Why, The Bob White Thinks The Snowflake Is A Brother To His Song; Bye, My Little Wee One, Bye; And The Chimney Sings The Sweeter When The Wind Is Blowing Strong; Bye, My Little Wee One, Bye; The Granary'S Overflowing, Full Is Cellar, Crib, And Bin, The Wood Has Paid Its Tribute And The Ax Has Ceased Its Din; The Winter May Not Harm You When You're Sheltered Safe Within; So Bye, My Little Wee One, Bye.