...joy, Thy father breeds me great anoy. Ballow, my babe, lie still awhile ; And when thou wakest thou'l sweetly smile ; But smile not as thy father did To cozen maids : nay, God forbid ! But yet I fear thou wilt go near Thy father's flattering face to bear. When he began to court my love,...

...sleep, It grieves me sore to hear thee weep. Balow, my darling, sleep awhile. And when thou waljest sweetly .smile ; But smile not as thy father did To cozen maids ; nay, God forbid 1 For in thine eye his look I see. The tempting look that ruin'd me. Balow, my boy, &c. When he began...

...grieve» me »air to »ее thee weipe. Ly stil, my darlinge, sleipe awhile, And when thou wakest sweitly smile : But smile not, as thy father did, To cozen maids ; nay, God forbid ! Bnt yette I feire, thou wilt gae neire, Thy fatheris hart and face to beire. Balow, my babe, ly »til...

...folly am hetray'd. 9 And then, my Darling, sleep a while. Yet when thou wak'st do sweetly smile : Yet smile not as thy Father did, To cozen Maids ; Nay, God forbid ! 13 But now I tear That thou, my Dear, Thy Father's face and mind will bear. Ay me ! ay me ! ay me...

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...grieves me sair to see thee weipe. Ly stil, my darling, sleipe a while, And when thou wakest, sweitly ols could ha @ 4 ! Bot yett I feire, thou wilt gae neire Thy fatheris hart and face to beire. Balow, my babe, ly stil...

...now I see, most cruel hee Cares neither for my babe nor mee. " Lye still, my darling, sleep a while, And when thou wakest sweetly smile : But smile not as thy father did To cozen maids. May God forbid ! But yett I fear thou will gae neire Thy father's hart and face to beire. " I canna...

...for my babe nor mee. Balow, etc. Lye still, my darling, sleipe a while, And when thou wakest, sweitly smile: But smile not, as thy father did, To cozen maids: nay God forbidl Bot yett I feire, thou wilt gae neire Thy fatheris hart, and face to beire. Balow, etc. * When...

...Rogers', and, it may be presumed, Pmkerton's MSS. 2 Balow, my darling, sleep awhile, And when them wakest sweetly smile ; But smile not 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. 3 When he began...

...my babe nor me — Balow, la-low! Lie still, my darling, sleep awhile, And when thou wak'st thou'le sweetly smile: But smile not as thy father did, To cozen maids : nay, God forbid ! But yet I fear thou wilt go near Thy father's heart and face to bear— Balow, la-low ! I cannot choose...