Refrain:
Lullay my liking,
My dear son, my sweeting;
Lullay my dear heart,
My own dear darling.
I saw a fair maiden
Sytten and sing:
She lullèd a little child,
A sweete lording.
That eternal Lord is he
That made allè thing;
Of allè Lordes he is Lord,
Of allè Kingès King.
There was mickle melody
At that childès birth:
Although they were in heaven's bliss
They made mickle mirth.
Angels bright they sang that night
And saiden to that child:
'Blessed be Thou and so be she
That is so meek and mild.'
Pray we now to that child,
As to his mother dear,
God grant them all his blessing
That now maken cheer.
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