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OVR BLESSED LADIES LVLLABY.

Vpon my lap my soueraigne sits,
And sucks vpon my brest,
Meane whyle his loue sustaines my lyf,
And giues my body rest.
Sing lullaby my litle boy,
Sing lullaby my liues ioy.
VVhen thow ha'st taken thy repast,
Repose (my Babe) on mee,
So may thy moother and thy nurs
Thy cradle also bee.
Sing lullaby my litle boy,
Sing lullaby my liues ioy.
I grieue that duty doth not woork
All what my wishing would,
Because I would not bee to thee
But in the best I should,
Sing lullaby my litle boy,
Sing lullaby my liues ioy.
Yet as I am and as I may
I must and wilbe thyne,
Though all to litle sot thy self,
Voutsafing to be myne.
Sing lullaby, &c.
Sing lullaby, &c.
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My wits my woords, my deeds, my thoughts,
And els what is in mee,
I rather wil not wish to vse,
If not in seruing thee.
Sing lullaby, &c.
Sing lullaby, &c.
My babe, my blis, my chyld, my choyce,
My frute my flower, and bud,
My Iesus, and my only ioy,
The somme of all my good.
Sing lullaby, &c.
Sing lullaby, &c.
My sweetnesse and the sweetest moste,
That heauen could earth deliuer,
Soule of my loue, spirit of my lyf,
Abyde with mee for euer.
Sing lullaby, &c.
Sing lullaby, &c.
Liue stil with mee, and bee my loue,
And death wil mee refraine.
Vnlesse thow let mee dy with thee,
To liue with the againe.
Sing lullaby, &c.
Sing lullaby, &c.
Leaue now to waile thow lucklesse wight,
That wrough'st thy races woe,
Redresse is found, and foiled is,
Thy siute-aluring foe.
Sing lullaby, &c.
Sing lullaby, &c.
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Thy frute of death from Paradise
Made thee exyled mourne,
My frute of lyf to Paradise
Makes ioyful thy returne.
Sing lullaby, &c.
Sing lullaby, &c.
Grow vp good frute, bee nowrisht by
These fountaines two of mee,
That only flow with maidens milk,
The only meat for thee.
Sing lullaby, &c.
Sing lullaby, &c.
The earth is now a heau'n become,
And this base bower of myne
A princely pallas vnto mee,
My Sonne doth make to shyne,
Sing lullaby, &c.
Sing lullaby, &c.
His sight giues cleerenesse to my sight,
VVhen waking I him see,
And sleeping his myld countenance
Giues sauour vnto mee.
Sing lullaby, &c.
Sing lullaby, &c.
VVhen I him in myne armes embrace
I feel my harte imbraced,
Eu'n by the inward grace of his,
VVhich hee in mee hath placed.
Sing lullaby, &c.
Sing lullaby, &c.
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And when I kis his louing lips
Then his sweet smelling breath
Doth yeild a sauor to my soule,
That feedes loue hope and faith.
Sing lullaby, &c.
Sing lullaby, &c.
The shepheards left their keeping sheep,
For ioy to see my lambe,
How may I more reioyce to see,
My self to bee the dam.
Sing lullaby, &c.
Sing lullaby, &c.
Three Kinges their treasures hether brought,
Of incense myrh and gold,
The heauens treasure and the King
That here they might behold,
Sing lullaby, &c.
Sing lullaby, &c.
One sorte an Angel did direct,
A star did guyde the other,
And all the fairest sonne to see
That euer had a mother.
Sing lullaby, &c.
Sing lullaby, &c.
This sight I see, this chyld I haue,
This infant I embrace,
O endlesse comfort of the earth,
And heau'ns eternal grace.
Sing lullaby, &c.
Sing lullaby, &c.
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Thee sanctitie her self doth serue,
Thee goodnesse doth attend,
Thee blessednesse doth wait vpon,
And vertues all comend,
Sing lullaby, &c.
Sing lullaby, &c.
Great Kinges and Prophets wished haue,
To see that I possesse,
Yet wish I neuer thee to see,
If not in thankfulnesse.
Sing lullaby, &c.
Sing lullaby, &c.
Let heauen, and earth, & saintes, & men,
Assistance giue to mee,
That all their moste occurring ayd
Augment my thankes to thee.
Sing lullaby, &c.
Sing lulaby, &c.
And let th' ensuing blessed race
Thow wilt succeeding raise,
Ioyne all their praises vnto myne.
To multiply thy praise.
Sing lullaby, &c.
Sing lullaby, &c.
And take my seruice wel in woorth,
And Iosephs heere with mee,
VVho of my husband beares the name,
Thy seruant for to bee.
Sing lullaby, &c.
Sing lullaby, &c.
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