Sleep, baby mine, Desire; nurse Beauty singeth: Thy cries, O baby, set mine head on aching; The babe cries: Way, thy love doth keep me waking. Lully, lully, my babe, Hope cradle bringeth Unto my children alway good rest taking; The babe cries: Way, thy love doth keep me waking.
Since, baby mine, from me thy watching springeth, Sleep then a little, pap content is making; The babe cries: Nay, for that abide I waking.