06 November 2013
I saw a fair mayden sytten and sing
She lulled a little childe, a sweete Lording.
Lullay mye lyking, my dere sonne, my sweeting.
Lully mydere herte, myn own dere derling.
That same Lord is he that made alle thing,
Of alle lord is his is lord, of alle kynges King. (Refrain)
There was mickle melody at that chylde's birth
All that were in heav'nly bliss, they made mickle myrth. (Refrain)
Angels bright sang their song to that chyld;
Blyssid be thou, and so be she, so meek and so mild. (Refrain)
Words: Traditional, 15th Century (Sloane MS 2593)
Music: Richard Ruciman Terry (1865-1938)