rid-ing

Updated: May 8, 2025

Now there were those, and Hildegarde's mother and father were among them, who believed that the little maid, tired from her long busy day, had fallen asleep, and dreamed a beautiful dream. Words, MAUD LINDSAY Air, Old Song Hush, my ba-by, do not cry, Five brave knights go rid-ing by. One is dressed in bon-ny blue; He's the lead-er, strong and true.

Maud Lindsay - The Story-teller

One is clad from head to toe In an ar-mor white as snow. One in crim-son bright is drest, With a star up-on his breast. One in gold and one in green, Cloth of gold and sat-in sheen. Hush, my ba-by, do not cry, Five brave knights go rid-ing by. There was once upon a time an old woman who wanted an apple dumpling for supper.

Maud Lindsay - The Story-teller