Lullay my liking
Gustav Holst (1916)


Lullay my liking,
my dear Son, my Sweeting;
Lullay my dear Heart,
mine own dear Darling.

I saw a fair maiden
sitten and sing:
She lulled a little child,
A sweete Lording
Lullay my liking . . .

That Eternal Lord is He
That made alle thing;
Of alle Lordes He is Lord,
Of every King He's King.
Lullay my liking . . .

There was mickle melody
At that childes birth:
Though the songsters were heavenly
They made mickle mirth.
Lullay my liking . . .

Angels bright they sang that night
And saiden to that Child
"Blessed be Thou and so be she
That is so meek and mild."
Lullay my liking . . .

Pray we now to that child,
As to His Mother dear,
God grant them all His blessing
That now maken cheer.
Lullay my liking . . .


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