Lullay, my liking, my dear son, my sweeting,
Lullay, my dear heart, my own dear darling.
I saw a fair maiden sitten and sing.
She lulled a little child, a sweet lording.
Lullay, &c.
That ilke lord is that that made all thing,
Of all lordës he is lord, of all kingës king.
Lullay, &c.
There was mickle melody at that childës birth,
All that were in heaven’s bliss they made mickle mirth.
Lullay, &c.
Angels bright they sung that night and saiden to that child,
Blessed be thou, and so be she that is both meek and mild.
Lullay, &c.
Pray we now to that child, and to his mother dear.
Grant them his blessing that now maken cheer.
Lullay, &c.