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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! sweet, 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! etc.

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! etc.

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! etc.

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! etc.

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! etc.

Ten thousand parks where deer run,

Ten thousand roses in the sun,

Ten thuosand pearls beneath the sea,

My baby more precious is to me.

And it's O! sweet, sweet! and a lullaby!