Death of a Father HWOS 06 016

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Death of a Father Come, little babe, come, silly soul,      Thy father's shame, thy mother's grief, Born as I doubt to all our dole,      And to thyself unhappy chief:           Sing lullaby and lap it warm,           Poor soul that thinks no creature harm. (p. 64). Breton, Nicholas. "A Sweet Lullaby." 1597. A Book of Elizabethan Lyrics. Ginn and Company, 1895. https://archive.org/details/bookofelizabethanly00scheuoft/page/n3/mode/2up