When thou hast taken thy repast,
Repose,my babe, on me;
So may thy mother and thy nurse
Sing Lullaby, my little boy,
Sing lullaby, mine 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 only joy!

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

- Richard Rowlands 1565-1630?