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Excerpts from A Book Of Old English Love Songs; The MacMillan Company; New York, 1897; pp. 1-3.

Lullaby of a Lover

Sing lullaby, as women do

With which they bring their babes to rest;

And lullaby can I sing too,

As womanly as can the best.

With lullaby they still the child;

And if I be not much beguiled,

Full many wanton babes have I

Which must be stilled with lullaby.

First, lullaby my youthful years;

It is now time to go to bed,

For crooked age and hoary hairs,

Have now the haven within my head.


With lullaby then Youth be still,

With lullaby content thy will;

Since courage quails, and come behind;

Go, sleep! And so beguile thy mind.

Next, lullaby my gazing Eyes,

Which wonted were to glance apace;

For every glass may now suffice

To show the furrows in my face.

With lullaby then wink awhile,

With lullaby your looks beguile;

Let no fair face, or beauty bright,

Entice you eft with vain delight.

And lullaby my wanton Will,

Let Reason’s rule now rein my thought,

Since all too late I find by skill

How dear I have thy fancies bought,

With lullaby now take thine ease,

With lullaby thy doubt appease;

For trust in this, — if thou be still,

My body shall obey thy will.


Thus lullaby my Youth, mine Eyes,

My Will, my ware and all that was,

I can no more delays devise,

But welcome pain, let pleasure pass.

With lullaby now take you leave,

With lullaby your dreams deceive;

And when you rise with waking eye,

Remember then this lullaby.

— George Gascoigne.

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