Lullaby, lullaby baby

Lullaby , lullaby baby,
Great Argos joy,
The King of Greece thou art born to be,
In despite of Troy.
Rest ever wait upon thy head,
Sleep close thine eyes,
The blessed guard tend on thy bed
Of deities.
O how his brow will beseem a crown!
How these locks will shine!
Like the rays of the sun on the ground,
These locks of thine.
The nurse of Heaven still send thee milk,
May'st thou suck a queen.
Thy drink Jove's nectar, and clothes of silk,
A god mayst thou seem.
Cupid sit on this rosean cheek,
On these ruby lips.
May thy mind like a lamb be meek,
In the vale which trips.
Lullaby, lullaby baby.
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