Balulalow

O my deare hert, young

Jesu sweit,

Prepare thy creddil in my spreit

And I sall rock thee in my hert,

And never mair from thee depert.

But I sall praise thee evermore

With sangis sweit unto thy gloir.

The knees of my hert sall

I bow,And sing that richt

Balulalow.