1. This enders night
A lovely lady sat and sange And to her son thus gave she say: My son, my lord, my dere darling, Why ly'st thou thus in hay? But neverthelesse I will not cease To sing by, by, lulley
This enders night I saw a sight A star as bright as any day And ever among a mayden sung Lulley, lulley, lulley
Then spake the child that was so young And thus methought he said I am known as hevyn kyng In cribbe though I now be layd Angels bright to me shall light And of that sight ye may be light And sing lulley, lulley
Jesu my son hevyn king Why ly'st thou thus in stall And why hast thou no ryche beddynge In sum ryche kings hall? Methink by right The lord of might Should lye in ryche array But neverthelesse I will not cease to sing Lulley, lulley
Lulley she said and sung also Myn own dere son why art thou wo? Have I not do as I should do? Thy grievance, tell me what it is! Nay, dere moder, for thee weep I nought Bur for the woe that shall be wrought To me, as I mankind have brought
Was never sorrow like it I wis Peace dere son, tell me not soo, Thou art my child I have no moo Shouls I myn own son sloo? Alas my dere son! What meaneth this Mary, moder I pray thee take thee up on loft, And in thyn arem thou keppe me warm And dame me now full oft And if I wepe and will not slepe Then syng by, by, lulley
Jesu, my son, hevyn kyng If it be thy will Grant myn asking Whatsoever they be that can and will be Merry on this day To this them brynge, And I shall syng: Lulley, lulley.
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2. The Mother of God
The threefold terror of love a fallen flare Through the hollow of an ear Wings beating about the room The terror of all terrors that I have The heavens in my womb Had I not found content among the shows Ev'ry common woman knows Chimney corner, garden walk, Or rocky cistern where we tread the clothes And gather all the talk? What is this flesh I purchased with my pains This fallen star my milk sustains, This love that makes my heart bleed stop or strikes a sudden chill into my bones And bids my hair stand up?
3. Carol: Gaude Maria
Gaude Maria Cristis moder Mary mild, of thee I mene; Thou bare my lord thou bare my broder; Thou bare a lovely child and clene. Thous stodest full still without blyss, Whene in thy ere that erand was done so; Thou gracious God the lyght withyn. Gabrielis Nuncio
Gaude Maria yglent with grace! When Jesus, thi son on thee was bore, Full nygh thy brest thou gan him brace; He sowked, he sighed, he wept full sore. Thou fedest the flowr that never shall fade With maydent mylke and song therto: Lulley my sweet I have thee, babe Cumpuderis lilio Gaude Maria! Thy mirth was away, When Cryst on cross thy son gan die Full dolfully on God Fryday That many a moders son yt sye Hys blood us brought from care and strife, Hiw wat'ry wounds us wisshe from wo The third day from deth to lyf Fulget resurreccio
Gaude Maria thou byrde so bryghte Bryghter than blossum that blowith on hill! Joyfull thou were to see that sight When the apostles so sweet of will Thy all and sum did shriek full shrill, Whan the fayrest of shape went you fro, From erth to hevyn he styed full still, Motu que fertu proprio.
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