Lullay, mine liking, my dere sone, mine sweting
Lullay, my dere herte, mine own dere derling
I saw a fair maiden, sitten and singe
Sche lulled a litel child, a swete lording
That eche lord is he that made alle thinge
Of alle lordes he is Lord, of alle kynges king
Aungele bright they song that night
And seiden to that child
'Blessed be thou, and so be sche
That is bothe meke and mild'
Prey we now to that child, and to his moder dere
Graunt hem his blessing that now maken chere
Lullay, mine liking, my dere sone, mine sweting
Lullay, my dere herte, mine own dere derling.