Sleep, sleep my pretty prince sleep.
Birds are resting and cows and sheep.
Silence fills gardens and streams.
Hush is the hum of the bees.
Nows the moons silverly rays, fall where the rippling wave plays,
But awake he will keep.
Slumber my prince down to sleep.

All at the castle are still.
All at the cottage and mill,
Stirring not even a mouse,
Slumber in very house.
But in the nursery lies, one who will not shut his eyes.
And awake he does keep
Slumber my prince down to sleep.

To sleep, to sleep.