Adam lay ybounden Anon. early 15^th Century

Adam lay ibounden,

Bounden in a bond;

Foure thousand winter

Thought he not too long

And all was for an apple,

An apple that he tok,

As clerkes finden

Wreten in here book.

Ne hadde the apple take ben,

The apple taken ben,

Ne hadde never our Lady

A-ben Hevene Quen.

Blissed be the time

That apple take was!

Therefore we moun singen

Deo Gracias!

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.

Sir Christemas Anon. 15^th Century

Good day, good day,

My lord, Sir Christemasse, good day!

Good day, Sire Christemasse our King,

For every man both olde and yinge

Is glad and blithe of your cominge:

Good day!

Godis sone, so moche of might,

Fram Heven to erthe down is light,

And borne if of a maide so bright:

Good day!

Heven and erthe and also helle,

And alle that ever in hem dwelle,

Of your cominge they beth full snelle:

Good day!

Of your cominge this clerkes finde

Ye come to save all mankinde,

And of here bales hem unbinde:

Good day!

Alle manner of merthes we wole make,

And solas to oure hertes take,

My seemly lorde, for your sake:

Good day!