Upon my lap my sov'reign sits, 
And sucks upon my breast; 
Meantime his love maintains my life 
And gives my sense her rest. 
  Sing lullaby, my little boy, 
  Sing lullaby, my only joy. 

When thou has taken thy repast, 
Repose, my babe, on me; 
So may thy mother and thy nurse 
Thy cradle also be. 
  Sing lullaby, my little boy, 
  Sing lullaby, my only joy. 

I grieve that duty doth not work 
All that my wishing would; 
Because I would not be to thee 
But in the best I should. 
  Sing lullaby, my little boy, 
  Sing lullaby, my only joy.

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