[ Featuring The Sixteen, Sioned Williams ]
O my deare hert, young Jesus sweit,
Prepare thy creddil in my spreit,
And I sall rock thee to my hert,
And never mair from thee depart.
But I sall praise thee evermoir
With sangës sweit unto thy gloir
The knees of my hert sall I bow,
And sing that richt Balulalow!
