You come from o'er the waters,
       &nbspFrom famed Columbia's land,
And you have sons and daughters,
       &nbspAnd money at command.

But I live in an island,
       &nbspGreat Britain is its name,
With money none to buy land,
       &nbspThe more it is the shame.

But we are all the children
       &nbspOf one great God of Love,
Whose mercy like a mill-drain
       &nbspRuns over from above.

Lullaby, lullaby,
       &nbspSugar-plums and cates,
Close your little peeping eye,
       &nbspBonny Baby B——s.