Songs

Song I

As I rode out this enders night,
Of three jolly shepherds I saw a sight,
And all about their fold a star shone bright;
They sang ‘terli, terlow’;
So merrily the shepherds their pipes can blow

Song II

Lully, lulla, thou little tiny child
By by, lully, lullay.

O sisters two, how may we do
For to preserve this day
This poor youngling for whom we do sing
By by, lully, lullay.

Herod the king in his raging
Charged he hath this day
His men of might in his own sight
All young children to slay.

That woe is me, poor child, for thee
And ever mourn and say
For parting neither say nor sing
By by, lully, lullay.