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. Sing lullaby, Sing lullaby.
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author, 17th century [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
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Word count: 104