Christmas Blessings
May I wish all readers of this blog my good wishes and God's blesing this Christmas. Allan
I saw a fair mayden sytten and sing.
She lulled a lyttel childe, a sweete Lording.
Lullay myn lyking, my dere sonne, my sweeting.
Lullay my dere herte, myn own dere derling.
That same Lord is he that made alle thing;
Of alle lordis he is Lord, of alle kynges Kyng.
Lullay myn lyking, my dere sonne, my sweeting.
Lullay my dere herte, myn own dere derling.
There was mickle melody at that chylde's birth.
All that were in heav'nly bliss, they made mickle mirth.
Lullay myn lyking, my dere sonne, my sweeting.
Lullay my dere herte, myn own dere derling.
Angels bright sang their song to that chyld;
Blyssid be thou, and so be she, so meek and so mild.
Lullay myn lyking, my dere sonne, my sweeting
Lullay my dere herte, myn own dere derling.
15th century.
I saw a fair mayden sytten and sing.
She lulled a lyttel childe, a sweete Lording.
Lullay myn lyking, my dere sonne, my sweeting.
Lullay my dere herte, myn own dere derling.
That same Lord is he that made alle thing;
Of alle lordis he is Lord, of alle kynges Kyng.
Lullay myn lyking, my dere sonne, my sweeting.
Lullay my dere herte, myn own dere derling.
There was mickle melody at that chylde's birth.
All that were in heav'nly bliss, they made mickle mirth.
Lullay myn lyking, my dere sonne, my sweeting.
Lullay my dere herte, myn own dere derling.
Angels bright sang their song to that chyld;
Blyssid be thou, and so be she, so meek and so mild.
Lullay myn lyking, my dere sonne, my sweeting
Lullay my dere herte, myn own dere derling.
15th century.
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