Lullay my liking Anon. 15^th Century

Lullay, my liking, my dere son, my sweting.

Lullay, my dere herte, my owen dere derling.

I saw a fair maydyn

Sitten and sing:

She lulled a little child,

A swete lording.

That eche Lord is that

That made alle thinge:

Of alle lordes he is Lord,

Of alle kinges Kyng.

Ther was mekil melody

At that childes berth:

Alle tho wern in hevene blis

They made mekil merth.

Aungele bright, they song that night

And seiden to that child:

“Blissed be thou, and so be she

That is bothe mek and mild”.

Prey we now to that child,

And to his moder dere,

Graunt hem his blissing

That now maken chere.