|
|
|
|
Upon My Lap My Sovereign Sits
|
 |
Upon my lap my sovereign sits And sucks upon my breast; Meantime his love maintains my life And gives my sense her rest. Sing lullaby, my little boy, Sing lullaby, mine only joy!
When thou hast taken thy repast, Repose, my babe, on me;
|
|
|
 |
 |
 |
 |
|