Be Still, My Sweet Sweeting

Be still, my sweet sweeting, no longer do cry;

Sing lullaby, lullaby, lullaby baby;

Let dolours be fleeting, I fancy thee I,

To rock and to lull thee I will not delay me.

Lullaby baby, lullaby baby,

Thy nurse will tend thee as duly as may be.

What creature now living would hasten thy woe?

Sing lullaby, lullaby, lullaby baby;

See for thy relieving the time I bestow

To dance and to prance thee as prett'ly as may be.

Lullaby baby, lullaby baby,

Thy nurse will tend thee as duly as may be.

The gods be thy shield and comfort in need;

Sing lullaby, lullaby, lullaby baby;

They give thee good fortune and well for to speed,

And this to desire I will not delay me.

Lullaby baby, lullaby baby,

Thy nurse will tend thee as duly as may be.