I saw a fair mayden sytten and syng,
She lulled a lytel childe, a sweete Lording,

Lul-lay myn lyking, my dere sonne, my sweeting,
Lul-lay my dere herte, myn own dere derling.

The same Lord is he that mayd alle thing,
Of alle lord is he Lord, of alle kynges Kyng,

Lul-lay myn lyking, my dere sonne, my sweeting,
Lul-lay my dere herte, myn own dere derling.

Theyre was a myckle melody at that chylde's birth,
Alle that were in heavn'ly bliss, they mayd so myckle myrth,

Lul-lay myn lyking, my dere sonne, my sweeting,
Lul-lay my dere herte, myn own dere derling.

Angels bryte sang theyr song to that chyld,
Blyssid be thou, and so be she, so meek and so mylde,

Lul-lay myn lyking, my dere sonne, my sweeting,
Lul-lay my dere herte, myn own dere derling.