O my deir hert, young Jesus sweit, <br />Prepare thy creddil in my spreit, <br />And I sall rock thee in my hert <br />And never mair from thee depart. <br /> <br />But I sall praise thee evermoir <br />With sangis sweit unto thy gloir; <br />The knees of my hert sall I bow, <br />And sing that richt <br />Balulalow!<br /><br />Anonymous Olde English<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cradle-song-9/
