Cry Baby, Cry Baby - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
CRY BABY, CRY BABY. Copyright, 1888, by Willis Woodward & Co. Words by Burt Shepard. Music by Morris Weston. 
I know the girl of girls, with a crown of golden curls. When she's good she's pretty as the day is long; But she is often bad, making mamma sad, And all the children they are glad to sing this song: 
Chorus. , Cry baby, cry baby, wipe out your eyes, See! there's the "bogie man, " tall as the skies; If you are naughty he'll take you away, Stop my dear, cry no more, run off and play. 
But she'll no longer cry, I can tell it by her eye, See! the smiles are chasing o'er her dimpled face; Come to mamma's arms, my pet, you are the sweetest yet, And on my breast your head will find a resting place.-Cho.