Upon my lap my [sovereign]1 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, [mine]2 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, [mine]2 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, [mine]2 only joy.

Yet as I am, and as I may,
I must and will be thine,
Though all too little for thyself
Vouchsafing to be mine.
    Sing lullaby, my little boy,
    Sing lullaby, mine only joy!