(Anonymous)
BRITISH
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 so sweet,
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 for me.
And it's so sweet,
Sweet and a lullaby
No silk was ever spun so fine
As is the hair of baby mie.
My baby smells more sweet to me
Than smells in spring the elder tree.
And it's so sweet,
Sweet and a lullaby
BRITISH
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 so sweet,
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 for me.
And it's so sweet,
Sweet and a lullaby
No silk was ever spun so fine
As is the hair of baby mie.
My baby smells more sweet to me
Than smells in spring the elder tree.
And it's so sweet,
Sweet and a lullaby