[Sleepe Babie mine, Desire nurse Beautie singeth]
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To the tune of Basciami vita mia.
Sleepe Babie mine, Desire nurse Beautie singeth:
Thy cries, ô Babie, set mine head on aking:
The Babe cries way, thy love doth keepe me waking.
Lully, lully, my babe, hope cradle bringeth
Unto my children alway good rest taking:
The babe cries way, thy love doth keepe me waking.
Since babie mine, from me thy watching springeth,
Sleepe then a litle, pap content is making:
The babe cries nay, for that abide I waking.
