Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers? O sweet content!Art thou rich, yet is thy mind perplexed? O punishment!Dost thou laugh to see how fools are vexedTo add to golden numbers, golden numbers?O sweet content! O sweet, O sweet content! Work apace, apace, apace, apace; Honest labour bears a lovely face; Then hey nonny nonny, hey nonny nonny!
Canst drink the waters of the crisped spring? O sweet content!Swimm'st thou in wealth, yet sink'st in thine own tears? O punishment!Then he that patiently want's burden bearsNo burden bears, but is a king, a king:O sweet content! O sweet, O sweet content! Work apace, apace, apace, apace; Honest labour bears a lovely face; Then hey nonny nonny, hey nonny nonny!
Golden slumbers kiss your eyes,Smiles awake you when you rise.Sleep, pretty wantons, do not cry,And I will sing a lullaby:Rock them, rock them, lullaby.Care is heavy, therefore sleep you;You are care, and care must keep you.Sleep, pretty wantons, do not cry,And I will sing a lullaby:Rock them, rock them, lullaby.
