Lullay mine Liking, my dear Son, my Sweeting;
Lullay my dear Heart, mine own dear Darling.
I saw a fair maiden
Sitten and sing:
She lullèd a little Child
A sweeté Lording.
Lullay mine Liking, my dear Son, my Sweeting;
Lullay my dear Heart, mine own dear Darling.
That Eternal Lord is He
That madé allé thing;
Of allé Lordés He is Lord
Of every King He's King.
Lullay mine Liking, my dear Son, my Sweeting;
Lullay, my dear Heart, mine own dear Darling.
There was mickel melody
At that Childes birth:
Though the songsters were heavenly,
They madé mickel mirth.
Lullay mine Liking, my dear Son, my Sweeting;
Lullay my dear Heart, mine own dear Darling.
Angels bright they sang that night
And saiden to that Child:
“Blessèd be Thou, and so be she
That is both meek and mild”
Lullay mine Liking, my dear Son, my Sweeting;
Lullay my dear Heart, mine own dear Darling.
Pray we now to that Child
As to His Mother dear:
To grant them all His blessing
That now maken cheer.
Lullay mine Liking, my dear Son, my Sweeting;
Lullay my dear Heart, mine own dear Darling.