My heart is like a fountain true. That flows and flows with love to you. As chirps the lark unto the tree. So chirps my pretty babe to me. And it's o! Aweet sweet! and a lullaby. There's not a rose where'er I seek. As comely as my baby's cheek. There's not a comb of honey-bee. So full of sweets as babe to me. And it's o! Aweet sweet! and a lullaby. There's not a star that shines on high. Is brighter than my baby's eye. There's not a boat upon the sea. Can dance as baby does to me. And it's o! Aweet sweet! and a lullaby. No silk was ever spun so fine. As is the hair of baby mine. My baby smells more sweet to me. Than smells in spring the elder tree. And it's o! Aweet sweet! and a lullaby. A little fish swims in the well. So in my heart does baby dwell. A little flower blows on the tree. My baby is the flower to me. And it's o! Aweet sweet! and a lullaby. The queen has sceptre crown and ball. You are my sceptre crown and all. For all her robes of royal silk. More fair your skin as white as milk. And it's o! Aweet sweet! and a lullaby. Ten thousand parks where deer do run. Ten thousand roses in the sun. Ten thousand pearls beneath the sea. My babe more precious is to me. And it's o! Aweet sweet! and a lullaby