Lullay, thou little child / Clifford Boyd

SOURCE - CPDL

Lullay, thou littyl child,
Sleep and be well still;
The King of bliss his father is,
As it was his will.

This other night
I saw a sight,
A maid a cradle keep:
‘Lullay’ she sung,
and said among
‘Lie still, my child, and sleep.’
‘How should I sleep?
I may not for weep,
So sore I am begone:
Sleep I would, I may not for cold,
And clothes have I none.
For Adam’s guilt mankind is spilt.
And that me rueth sore:
For Adam and Eve here shall I live
Thirty winter and more.’

Lullay, thou littyl child,
Sleep and be well still;
The King of bliss his father is,
As it was his will.