Richard Verstegen Our Blessed Upon my lap my Sovereign sits, And sucks upon my breast; Meanwhile his love sustains my life, And gives my body rest. Sing, lullaby, my little boy. Sing, lullaby, my livës joy. When thou hast taken thy repast, So may thy mother and thy nurse, Sing, lullaby, my little boy, I grieve that duty doth not work Because I would not be to thee Sing, lullaby, my little boy, Yet as I am and as I may, Sing, lullaby, my little boy, Sing, lullaby, my livës joy. My wits, my words, my deeds, my thoughts, And else what is in me, I rather will not wish to use, If not in serving thee. Sing, lullaby, my little boy, My babe, my bliss, my child, my choice, Sing, lullaby, my little boy, My sweetness, and the sweetest most OUR LADY'S LULLABY Soul of my love, spirit of my life, Sing, lullaby, my little boy, Live still with me, and be my love, Sing, lullaby, my little boy, Sing, lullaby, my livës joy. Leave now to wail, thou luckless wight Sing, lullaby, my little boy, Sing, lullaby, my livës joy. The fruit of death from Paradise My fruit of life to Paradise Sing, lullaby, my little boy, Grow up, good fruit be nourished by (B 325) 113 I That only flow with maiden's milk, Sing, lullaby, my little boy, The earth is now a heaven become, A princely palace unto me, Sing, lullaby, my little boy, Sing, lullaby, my livës joy. His sight gives clearness to my sight, And sleeping, his mild countenance Sing, lullaby, my little boy, When I him in mine arms embrace, Sing, lullaby, my little boy, And when I kiss his loving lips, OUR LADY'S LULLABY Doth yield a savour to my soul, Sing, lullaby, my livës joy. The shepherds left their keeping sheep, How may I more rejoice to see Sing, lullaby, my little boy, Sing, lullaby, my livës joy. Three kings their treasures hither brought Sing, lullaby, my little boy, Sing, lullaby, my livës joy. One sort an angel did direct, Sing, lullaby, my little boy, This sight I see, this child I have, |