I Saw a Maiden

I saw a maiden sitting and sing:

She lulled her child, a little Lording.

Lullay, lullay, my dear son, my sweeting.

Lullay, lullay, my dear son, my own dear dearing.

This very Lord, He made all things,

And this very God, the King of all Kings.

Lullay, lullay, my dear son, my sweeting.

Lullay, lullay, my dear son, my own dear dearing.

There was sweet music at this child's birth,

And heaven filled with angels making much mirth.

Lullay, lullay, my dear son, my sweeting.

Lullay, lullay, my dear son, my own dear dearing.

Heaven's angels sang to welcome the child:

Now born of a maid, all undefiled.

Lullay, lullay, my dear son, my sweeting.

Lullay, lullay, my dear son, my own dear dearing.

Pray we and sing on this festal day,

That peace may dwell with us alway.

Lullay, lullay, my dear son, my sweeting.

Lullay, lullay, my dear son, my own dear dearing.