Father's dead, is dead and gone.
Sleep then, sleep, my little son,
Sleep, my son, and lullaby.
Thou for kisses dost not cry,
Which thy cheeks he heaped upon.
Sleep then, sleep, my pretty one,
Sleep, my child, and lullaby.
We are lonely, thou and I,
And with grief and fear I faint.
Sleep then, sleep, my little saint,