LADY ANNE BOTHWELL'S
LAMENTATION.
Balow, my boy, lie still and sleep,
It grieves me sore to hear thee weep,
If thou'lt be silent, I'll be glad,
Thy mourning makes my heart full sad,
Balow, my boy, thy mother's joy,
Thy father bred me great annoy.
Balow, my boy, lie still and sleep,
It grieves me sore to hear thee weep.
Balow, my darling, sleep a while.
And when thou wak'st then sweetly smile ;
But do not smile as thy father did,
To cozen maids, nay God forbid;
For in thine eye his look I see,
The tempting look that ruin'd me.
Balow, my boy, &c.
When he began to court my love,
And with his sugar d words to move,
His tempting face and flatt'ring chear,
In time to me did not appear;
But now I see that cruel he,
Cares neither for his babe nor me,
Balow, my boy, &c.
