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Baby's been in Sleepyland,

Over the hills, over the hills.

Baby's been in Sleepyland

All the rainy morning.

From the cradle where she lay,

Up she jumped and flew away,

For Sleepyland is bright and gay

Every rainy morning.

What did you see in Sleepyland,

Baby littlest, Baby prettiest?

What did you see in Sleepyland,

All the rainy morning?

Saw the sun that shone so twinkily,

Saw the grass that waved so crinkily,

Saw the brook that flowed so tinkily,

All the lovely morning.

What did you hear in Sleepyland,

Over the hills, over the hills?

What did you hear in Sleepyland,

All the rainy morning?

Heard the winds that wooed so wooingly,

Heard the doves that cooed so cooingly,

Heard the cows that mooed so mooingly,

All the lovely morning.

What did you do in Sleepyland,

Baby littlest, Baby prettiest?

What did you do in Sleepyland,

All the rainy morning?

Sang a song with a blue canary,

Danced a dance with a golden fairy,

Rode about on a cinnamon beary,

All the lovely morning.

Would I could go to Sleepyland,

Over the hills, over the hills;

Would I could go to Sleepyland,

Every rainy morning.

But to Sleepyland, as I have been told,

No one may go after three years old,

So poor old Mammy stays out in the cold,

Every rainy morning.