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Thys endris night I saw a sight,
A star as bright as day;
And ever among, a maiden sung,
"Lullay, by, by, lullay."
This lovely lady sat and sung,
And to her child did say,
"My son, by broder fader, dear,
Why liest thou in this hay?"
The child then spake in his talking,
And to his moder said,
"Yea, I be kindde ame king,
in crib though I be laid.
For angels bright down to me light,
Thou knowest ’tis no nay,
And of that sight thou may’st be light
to sing by, by lullay."
Now sweet son, since thou art a king,
Why art thou laid in stall,
Why ne thou ordened thy bedding
in some great kinges hall?
Mary moder, I am thy child,
Thow I be laid in stall;
For lords and dukes shall worship me,
and so shall kinges all.
Now tell, sweet son, I thee do pray,
Thou art my love and dear,
How should I keep thee to thy pay,
And make thee of good cheer?
My dear moder, when time it be,
Take thou me up on loft,
And set me then upon thy knee,
And handle me full soft.
Then woman or man, who will or can
Be merry on this day,
To bliss thou bring and I shall sing,
Lully, by, by, lullay.
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