Lullay, Lullay, Thou Lytil Child

This other night I saw a sight, A mayd a cradle keep: Lullay, she sung, and said among, Lie still, my child and sleep. Lullay, lullay, thou lytil child, Sleep and be well still The King of bliss thy father is, As it was his will. How should I sleep? I may not for weep, So sore am I begone: Sleep I would: I may not for cold, And clothes have I none. Lullay, lullay... For Adam's guilt mankind is spilt And that me rueth sore For Adam and Eve here shall I live Thirty winter and more. Lullay, lullay...