Lullaby, lullaby, lullaby. 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 darling. That same Lord is he who made alle thing; Of alle lordes he is Lord, of alle kynges Kyng. There was mickle melody at that chyldes birth; All that were in heavenly bliss, they made mickle mirth.