Adam lay ybounden    Anon. early 15th 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. 15th 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. 15th 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!