Upon my lap my sovereign sits <br />And sucks upon my breast; <br />Meantime his love maintains my life <br />And gives my sense her rest. <br />Sing lullaby, my little boy, <br />Sing lullaby, mine only joy! <br /> <br />When thou hast taken thy repast, <br />Repose, my babe, on me; <br />So may thy mother and thy nurse <br />Thy cradle also be. <br />Sing lullaby, my little boy, <br />Sing lullaby, mine only joy! <br /> <br />I grieve that duty doth not work <br />All that my wishing would, <br />Because I would not be to thee <br />But in the best I should. <br />Sing lullaby, my little boy, <br />Sing lullaby, mine only joy! <br /> <br />Yet as I am, and as I may, <br />I must and will be thine, <br />Though all too little for thyself <br />Vouchsafing to be mine. <br />Sing lullaby, my little boy, <br />Sing lullaby, mine only joy!<br /><br />Martin Peerson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/upon-my-lap-my-sovereign-sits/
