Advent Poem 9



Cradle Song
Anonymous 16th Century

O my deir hert, young Jesus sweit,
Prepare thy creddil in my spreit,
And I sall rock thee in my hert
And never mair from thee depart.

But I sall praise thee evermoir
With sangis sweit unto they gloir;
The knees of my hert sall I bow,
And sing that richt Balulalow!

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