BEAUTY sat bathing by a spring, 
   Where fairest shades did hide her; 
The winds blew calm, the birds did sing, 
   The cool streams ran beside her. 
My wanton thoughts enticed mine eye 
   To see what was forbidden: 
But better memory said Fie; 
   So vain desire was chidden-- 
   Hey nonny nonny O! 
   Hey nonny nonny! 

Into a slumber then I fell, 
   And fond imagination 
Seemed to see, but could not tell, 
   Her feature or her fashion: 
But ev'n as babes in dreams do smile, 
   And sometimes fall a-weeping, 
So I awaked as wise that while 
   As when I fell a-sleeping.