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interj. (alternative spelling of hushaby English)


"Hushabye" is a song that was written by Doc Pomus and Mort Shuman in 1959 for the doo-wop vocal group the Mystics. It is based on the lullaby " All the Pretty Horses". It spent sixteen weeks on Billboard Hot 100 (nine of those in the top 40), reaching #20 at its peak. Personnel on the original recording included Al Caiola and Bucky Pizzarelli on guitars and Panama Francis on drums. Disc jockey Alan Freed featured "Hushabye" as the closing tune on his televised Saturday night "Big Beat Show".

Hushabye (album)

Hushabye is the sixth international studio album by Christchurch, New Zealand soprano Hayley Westenra. The album consists of lullabies and other gentle songs, and is intended to be a calming experience for both children and adults; Westenra notes that she intentionally sang closer to the microphone than normal when recording the album, in order to create an appropriate atmosphere.

The fourth track on the album, "Sleep On", was composed by Paul Mealor with lyrics by Brendan Graham as a lullaby for the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge's baby. Westenra and her record company, Decca Records, will be giving away a copy of the album to every new parent in the UK, Australia, and New Zealand whose child was born on the same day as the royal baby.

Usage examples of "hushabye".

If Mrs Hushabye has forgotten all about it, it will be a pleasant surprise for her to see you, won't it?

Mrs Hushabye, watching her inquisitively, goes deliberately back to the sofa and resumes her seat beside her.

I heard you ask Mr Hushabye at dinner whether there are any nice houses to let down here.

Suppose I go straight to Mrs Hushabye and tell her that you're in love with her husband.

Mrs Hushabye says will you please [noticing that he remains quite insensible].

You have completely upset me, Mrs Hushabye, by all you have said to me.

Bless you, dear Mrs Hushabye, what romantic ideas of business you have!

Mrs Hushabye has made me feel that I may have been thoughtless and selfish about it.

Mrs Hushabye, at the distressing sound he makes, takes down her hands and looks at him.

Your housekeeper told me there was somebody upstairs, and gave me a pistol that Mr Hushabye had been practising with.

Really, Hushabye, I think a man may be allowed to be a gentleman without being accused of posing.

Mrs Hushabye, are my affairs to be discussed like this before everybody?

It's Mr Hushabye turning on all the lights in the house and tearing down the curtains.

From the distance came the pounding of mindless music and the calls of the vendors on Forty-second Street, and Sister Creep crooned in a strangled voice, “hushabye, hushabye, little baby don’t you cry…” She couldn’t remember the rest of it.