This other night I saw a sight,
A mayd a cradle keep:
Lullay, she sung, and said among,
Lie still, my child and sleep.
Lullay, lullay, thou lytil child,
Sleep and be well still
The King of bliss thy father is,
As it was his will.

How should I sleep? I may not for weep,
So sore am I begone:
Sleep I would: I may not for cold,
And clothes have I none.
Lullay, lullay...

For Adam's guilt mankind is spilt
And that me rueth sore
For Adam and Eve here shall I live
Thirty winter and more.
Lullay, lullay...