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4. He said Ba-Bay, she said Lullay
Þis endres nyght A-bout mydnyght
As I me lay for to sclepe,
I hard a may syng lullay
for powaret sor sco wepe.
He sayd Ba-Bay;
sco sayd lullay,
þe virgine fresch as ròs in may.
As I me lay for to sclepe,
I hard a may syng lullay
for powaret sor sco wepe.
He sayd Ba-Bay;
sco sayd lullay,
þe virgine fresch as ròs in may.
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Sare sco soght Bot fand sco nought
To hap hyre sone Ihū fro cold.
Iosef sayd belif, ‘scuet wyfe,
Tell me wat ȝe wald,
Hartly I ȝou pray.’
He sayd ba-bay;
Scho sayd lullay,
þe virgine fresch as ros in may.
To hap hyre sone Ihū fro cold.
Iosef sayd belif, ‘scuet wyfe,
Tell me wat ȝe wald,
Hartly I ȝou pray.’
He sayd ba-bay;
Scho sayd lullay,
þe virgine fresch as ros in may.
Scho sayde, ‘scueit spows, Me thynk greuus
Myn child sud lig In hay,
Sene he is kyng And mayd al thyng,
And now Is powrest In aray.’
He sayd bay-bay;
Scho sayd lullay,
þe virgine fresch as ros In may.
Myn child sud lig In hay,
Sene he is kyng And mayd al thyng,
And now Is powrest In aray.’
He sayd bay-bay;
Scho sayd lullay,
þe virgine fresch as ros In may.
‘Hire he Is þat bers þe prys
In all thyng þat he as wrowght;
To hap my Barne Som clas I ȝarne,
Bot wat It I ne rowght,
þis yoles day.’
He sayd Ba-Bay;
Sco sayd lullay,
þe virgine fresche as ros In may.
In all thyng þat he as wrowght;
To hap my Barne Som clas I ȝarne,
Bot wat It I ne rowght,
þis yoles day.’
He sayd Ba-Bay;
Sco sayd lullay,
þe virgine fresche as ros In may.
‘Modere dere, amend ȝoure chere’—
þus says hire sone Ihū hir till—
‘Al-of I be In poure degre,
It is my ffadris wyll
And sud be obay.’
[He sayd ba-bay;]
sco sayd lullay,
þe virgyne fresche as ros In may.
þus says hire sone Ihū hir till—
‘Al-of I be In poure degre,
It is my ffadris wyll
And sud be obay.’
[He sayd ba-bay;]
sco sayd lullay,
þe virgyne fresche as ros In may.
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‘A crown o thorne for sawll-is lorne
Opone my hed me most ned were,
And till a tre So nayled be;
þare payns þay wyl me dere
þoron a-say.’
He sayd ba-bay;
Scho sayd lullay,
þe virgin fresch as ros In may.
Opone my hed me most ned were,
And till a tre So nayled be;
þare payns þay wyl me dere
þoron a-say.’
He sayd ba-bay;
Scho sayd lullay,
þe virgin fresch as ros In may.
‘Þe trewght sal fal hout of þe postill hall
vnto ȝou, modere, all-oon to duell;
Wyll I call fro þe fends thrall
Adam out of hel
to py verray.’
he sayd ba-bay;
sco sayd lullay,
þe virgin fresch as ros In may.
vnto ȝou, modere, all-oon to duell;
Wyll I call fro þe fends thrall
Adam out of hel
to py verray.’
he sayd ba-bay;
sco sayd lullay,
þe virgin fresch as ros In may.
Sco sayd, ‘sweit sone, wen sal þis be [don],
þat ȝe sal suffir al þis vo?’
‘Moder fre, al sal ȝe se
With xxx ȝer & thrio—
It is no nay.’
He sayd ba-bay;
sco sayd lullay,
þe virgin fresch as ros In may.
þat ȝe sal suffir al þis vo?’
‘Moder fre, al sal ȝe se
With xxx ȝer & thrio—
It is no nay.’
He sayd ba-bay;
sco sayd lullay,
þe virgin fresch as ros In may.
‘Sone, I yow ix qwen sal þu ris?’
‘Moder, verray apone þe thyrd day
þat Iudas has me sald t'outray.’
He sayd ba-bay;
Sco sayd lullay,
þe virgin fresch as ros In may.
‘Moder, verray apone þe thyrd day
þat Iudas has me sald t'outray.’
He sayd ba-bay;
Sco sayd lullay,
þe virgin fresch as ros In may.
‘I sall vp steiien þat ȝe ma se,
Apon my fader ryght hand,
In blis to Be, and so sal ȝe
To were A croune garland
In blis for hay.’
He sayd ba-bay;
Sco sayd lullay,
þe virgin fresch as ros In [may].
Apon my fader ryght hand,
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To were A croune garland
In blis for hay.’
He sayd ba-bay;
Sco sayd lullay,
þe virgin fresch as ros In [may].
‘Syng me ere, My moder dere.’
‘Wet souet vois I ȝou pray,
Wep no more, ȝe gref me sor,
ȝour morninge put a-way—
Sing and say lullay.’
He sayd ba-bay;
Sco sayd lullay,
þe virgin fresch as ros Ine [may].
‘Wet souet vois I ȝou pray,
Wep no more, ȝe gref me sor,
ȝour morninge put a-way—
Sing and say lullay.’
He sayd ba-bay;
Sco sayd lullay,
þe virgin fresch as ros Ine [may].
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