Lady Anne Bothwell's Lament

Baloo, my babe, lie still and sleep;

It grieves me sore to see thee weep.

When thou art merry, I am glad;

Thy weeping makes my heart full sad.

Baloo, my boy, thy mother's joy,

Thy father breeds thee much annoy.

Baloo, my babe, Baloo, my boy, thy mother's joy,

Baloo, my babe, lie still and sleep.

Baloo, my babe, lie still awhile,

And when thou wakest, sweetly smile,

But do not smile as father did

To cozen maidens, God forbid.

But now I fear that thou will leer,

Thy father's flattering heart to bear.

Baloo, my babe...

When he began to court my love,

With sugared words he did me move,

His feigning face and flattering tears

That unto me in time appears.

But now I see that cruelty

Cares neither for my babe nor me.

Baloo, my babe...

Now by my griefs I vow and swear

Thee and all others to forbear.

I'll neither kiss nor cull nor clap,

But lull my youngling in my lap.

Be still, my heart; leave off to moan

And sleep securely all alone.

Baloo, my babe...