A Cradle Song, The Arbor Of Amorous Devices, 1593-4 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCD EFEFGG HIHIJJ KLKLMM NONOPP QRQRSS TFTFUU VJVJWL| COME little babe come silly soul | A |
| Thy father's shame thy mother's grief | B |
| Born as I doubt to all our dole | A |
| And to thyself unhappy chief | B |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp Sing lullaby and lap it warm | C |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp Poor soul that thinks no creature harm | D |
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| Thou little think'st and less dost know | E |
| The cause of this thy mother's moan | F |
| Thou want'st the wit to wail her woe | E |
| And I myself am all alone | F |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp Why dost thou weep why dost thou wail | G |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp And know'st not yet what thou dost ail | G |
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| Come little wretch ah silly heart | H |
| Mine only joy what can I more | I |
| If there be any wrong thy smart | H |
| That may the destinies implore | I |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp 'Twas I I say against my will | J |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp I wail the time but be thou still | J |
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| And dost thou smile O thy sweet face | K |
| Would God Himself He might thee see | L |
| No doubt thou wouldst soon purchase grace | K |
| I know right well for thee and me | L |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp But come to mother babe and play | M |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp For father false is fled away | M |
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| Sweet boy if it by fortune chance | N |
| Thy father home again to send | O |
| If death do strike me with his lance | N |
| Yet mayst thou me to him commend | O |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp If any ask thy mother's name | P |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp Tell how by love she purchased blame | P |
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| Then will his gentle heart soon yield | Q |
| I know him of a noble mind | R |
| Although a lion in the field | Q |
| A lamb in town thou shalt him find | R |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp Ask blessing babe be not afraid | S |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp His sugar'd words hath me betray'd | S |
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| Then mayst thou joy and be right glad | T |
| Although in woe I seem to moan | F |
| Thy father is no rascal lad | T |
| A noble youth of blood and bone | F |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp His glancing looks if he once smile | U |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp Right honest women may beguile | U |
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| Come little boy and rock asleep | V |
| Sing lullaby and be thou still | J |
| I that can do naught else but weep | V |
| Will sit by thee and wail my fill | J |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp God bless my babe and lullaby | W |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp From this thy father's quality | L |
Nicholas Breton
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