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"Fine Won't you play the music so the cradle can rock, to a lullaby in ragtime. Sleepy hands are creeping to the end of the clock, play a lullaby in ragtime. You can tell the sandman is on his way, by the way, that they play, As still, as the trill, of a thrush, in a twilight high. So you can hear the:- Rhythm of the ripples on the side of the boat, as you sail away to dreamland. High above the moon you hear a silvery note, as the sandman takes your hand. So rock-a-by my baby, don't you cry my baby, sleepy-time is nigh. Won't you rock me to a ragtime lullaby, So rock-a-by my baby, don't you cry my baby, sleepy-time is nigh. Won't you rock me to a ragtime lullaby, "