Lullay, lullay, lay lay, lullay,
Mi deere moder, synge lullay...


As I lay on Yule night,
Alone in my longing,
I thought I saw a fair sight,

A maid rocking her child.

The maid wanted without a song

To bring her child to sleep;
The child thought she did him wrong,
And bade his mother sing.


Lullay, lullay, lay lay, lullay,
Mi deere moder, synge lullay...


Sing now, mother, said the child,
About what shall befall me

Hereafter when I become old,
For all mothers do this.


Lullay, lullay, lay lay, lullay,
Mi deere moder, synge lullay...


Sweet mother, fair and free,
Because it is so,
I pray you that you lull me

And sing to me the while.

Lullay, lullay, lay lay, lullay,

Mi deere moder, synge lullay...

Sweet son, said she,

Wherefore should I sing?
I never knew anymore about you
But Gabriel's greeting.


Lullay, lullay, lay lay, lullay,
Mi deere moder, synge lullay...


He greeted me kindly on his knee
And said,

Hail Mary!
Hail, full of grace,
God is with thee

You will bear the Messiah.