The Ma­gi came out of the Ori­ent land,
Now rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye, pret­ty ba­by!
They rode ov­er rock and they rode ov­er sand,
Right glad, then were those three.

And as they went rid­ing, a star went be­fore,
Now rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye, pret­ty ba­by!
The form of a glo­ri­ous infant it bore,
Right glad, then were those three.

And when to Je­ru­sa­lem ci­ty they came,
Now rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye, pret­ty ba­by!
They saw not the star with its glo­ri­ous flame,
How sad, then were those three.

And as they were sit­ting at din­ner one day,
Now rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye, pret­ty ba­by!
An an­gel of Hea­ven ap­peared and did say,
Right glad, then were those three.

Go, Ma­gi, once more from the town to the wild,
Now rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye, pret­ty ba­by!
For He­rod is seek­ing the life of the Child,
How sad, then were those three.

But when from the ci­ty they hast­ened in fear,
Now rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye, pret­ty ba­by!
The star went be­fore, shin­ing bright­ly and clear,
Right glad, then were those three.

They came to the sta­ble at Beth­le­hem town,
Now rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye, pret­ty ba­by!
They poured out their trea­sures,
And low­ly knelt down,
Right glad, then were those three.