Lyrics

Baby, baby, naughty baby
Hush, you squalling thing, I say
Hush your squalling or it may be
Bonaparte will pass this way

Baby, baby, he's a giant
Tall and black as Rouen steeple
And he dines and sups, rely on it
Every day on naughty people

Baby, baby, he will hear you
As he passes by the house
And he limb from limb will tear you
Just as pussy tears a mouse