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Sleep, Baby Mine
To the tune of Basciami vita mia
Sleep, baby mine, Desire; nurse Beauty singeth:
Thy cries, O baby, set mine head on aching;
The babe cries: Way, thy love doth keep me waking.
Lully, lully, my babe, Hope cradle bringeth
Unto my children alway good rest taking;
The babe cries: Way, thy love doth keep me waking.
Since, baby mine, from me thy watching springeth,
Sleep then a little, pap content is making;
The babe cries: Nay, for that abide I waking.
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