Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee;
When thou art old there 's grief enough for thee
Mother's wag, pretty boy
Father's sorrow, father's joy;
When thy father first did see
Such a boy by him and me
He was glad, I was woe;
Fortune changed made him so
When he left his pretty boy
Last his sorrow, first his joy

Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee;
When thou art old there 's grief enough for thee
The wanton smiled, father wept
Mother cried, baby leapt;
More he crow'd, more we cried
Nature could not sorrow hide:
He must go, he must kiss
Child and mother, baby bliss
For he left his pretty boy
Father's sorrow, father's joy
Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee
When thou art old there 's grief enough for thee