%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> An Excellent SONG, / CALL'D, / LULLABY. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer ?-? Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 07/11/2021 37502

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R36404 COme little Babe, come silly Soul, / thy Father's Shame, and Mother's Grief, British Library - Bagford Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 147 An Excellent SONG, / CALL'D, / LULLABY. An Excellent SONG, CALLED, LULLABY. ?-?

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COme little Babe, come silly Soul, thy Father's Shame, and Mother's Grief, Born, as I doubt to all out Doles, unto thyself unhappy chief. Sing Lullaby, and keep it warm, Poor Soul, it thinks no Creature harm; Thou little think'st, and least dost know, the cause of this thy Mother's moan, Thou wantest wit to wail her woe, and I myself am left alone: Why dost thou weep, why dost thou wail, And knowest not what thou dost ail? Come, silly Wretch; ah, silly Heart, my only Joy, what can I more? If there be any wrong, thy smart, that may thy Destiny deplore, 'Tis I, I say, against my will, I wait the time, but be thou still; And dost thou smile? O thou sweet Face! I would thy Dad the same might see, No doubt but it would purchace Grace, I know it would be for thee and me. But come to Mother, Babe and play, Poor Father, false, is fled away. Sweet Babe, if't be thy Fortune change, thy Father home again to send, If Death doth strike me with his Launce, yet may'st thou me to him commend: If any ask thy Mother's Name, Tell them by Love she purchast Blame; Then will his gentle heart soon yield, I know him of a noble Mind, Although a Lyon in the Field, a Lamb in Town thou shalt him find: Ask blessing Lad, be not afraid, His sugar'd Lips hath me betray'd, Then may'st thou joy and be right glad, although in Woe I seem to mourn, Thy Father is no Rascal, Lad, an able Youth of Blood and Bone; His glancing Look, if he once smile, Right honest Women will beguile. Come little Boy, and rock asleep, sing Lullaby, and do not cry, I can do nought else but weep, and sit by thee, the Lullaby; God bless the Babe and Lullaby, From this thy Father's Cruelty.