Thys Endris Nyght

This endris night
I saw a sight,
A star as bright as day;
And ever among
A maiden song
"Lullay, by-by, lullay.'

That lovely lady sat and song
And to her child can say:
"My son, my broder, my fader dere,
Why liest thou thus in hay?
My swete brid,
Thus it is be-tid,
Though thou be King verray;
But nevertheles
I will not ces
To sing "By-by, lullay".'

The child then spak in his talking
And to his moder said:
"I be kidde for Heven-King
In crib though I be laid.
For aungeles bright
Don to me light--
Thou knowest it is no nay--
And of that sight
Thou mayst be light
To sing "By-by, lullay".'

"Now sweet son, sin thou art King,
Why art thou laid in stall?
Why n'ere ordained thy bedding
In some gret kinges hall?
Me thinkth it is right
That king or knight
Shuld ly in good aray;
And then among
It were no wrong
To sing "By-by, lullay".'

"Mary, moder, I am thy child,
Though I be laid in stall;
Lordes and dukes shal worship me,
And so shall kinges all.
Ye shall well see
That kinges three
Shal come the twelfthe day..
For this behest
Give me thy brest,
And sing "By-by, lullay".'

"Now tell me, sweet son, I thee pray--
Thou art me leve and dere--
How shuld I kepe thee to thy pay
And make thee glad of chere?
For all thy will
I wold fulfill,
Thou wotst full well in fay;
And for all this
I will thee kis
And sing "By-by, lullay".'

"My dere moder, when time it be,
Thou take me up on loft,
And set me right upon thy knee
And handel me full soft;
And in thy arm
Thou hill me warm
And kepe me night and day;
If I wepe
And may not slepe,
Then sing "By-by, lullay".'

"Now, sweet son, sin it is so,
That all thing is at thy will,
I pray thee graunte me a bon,
If it be both right and skill:
That child or man
That will or can
Be mery upon my day,
To blis hem bring,
And I shal sing
"Lullay, by-by, lullay".'
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