Myn Lyking

I saw a fayr maydyn syttyn and synge

Sche lullyd a lytyl chyld, a swete lordyng,

Lullay, myn lykyng, my dere sone, myn swetyng,

Lullay, my dear heart, mine own dear darling.

That same Lord is He that made alle thinge,

Of alle lordis he is lord, of alle kynges kyng.

Lullay, myn lykyng, my dere sone, myn swetyng,

Lullay, my dear heart, mine own dear darling.

Ther was mekyl melody at that chyldes berthe,

All that were in hevene blys, thei made mekyl merthe,

Lullay, myn lykyng, my dere sone, myn swetyng,

Lullay, my dear heart, mine own dear darling.

Angels bright sang their song to that child,

"Blessed be thou and so be she, so meek and so mild"

Lullay, myn lykyng, my dere sone, myn swetyng,

Lullay, my dear heart, mine own dear darling.