1 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.

2 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.

3 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.

4 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.

5 "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.

6 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.

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