Mine own dear mother, sing lullay!
Lullay, Jesu, lullay, lullay!
Mine own dear mother, sing lullay!

So blessed a sight it was to see,
How Mary rocked her Son so free;
So fair she rocked and sang 'by-by'.

'Mine own dear son, why weepest Thou thus?
Is not Thy Father King of bliss?
Have I not done that in me is?
Your grievance, tell me what it is.

''Therefore, mother weep I nought,
But for the woe that shall be wrought
To me, ere I mankind have bought.'

Ah, dear mother! yet shall a spear
My heart in sunder all to-tear;
No wonder though I careful were.'

Now, dear mother, sing lullay,
And put away all heaviness;
Into this world I took the way,
Again to (heaven) I shall me dress,
Where joy is without end ay,
Mine own dear mother, sing lullay!'
Lullay, Jesu, lullay, lullay!
Mine own dear mother, sing lullay!