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 vexed
 To 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 bears
 No 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.