- 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. - Streaming tears that never stint, - Like pearl-drops from a flint, - Fell by course from his eyes, - That one another's place supplies; - Thus he griev'd in every part, - Tears of blood fell from his heart, - When 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. - The wanton smil'd, father wept, - Mother cried, baby leapt; - More he crow'd, more he cried, - Nature could not sorrow hide: - He must go, he must kiss - Child and mother, baby bless, - 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.