1. This enders night

A lovely lady sat and sange
And to her son thus gave she say:
My son, my lord, my dere darling,
Why ly'st thou thus in hay?
But neverthelesse I will not cease
To sing by, by, lulley

This enders night I saw a sight
A star as bright as any day
And ever among a mayden sung
Lulley, lulley, lulley

Then spake the child that was so young
And thus methought he said
I am known as hevyn kyng
In cribbe though I now be layd
Angels bright to me shall light
And of that sight ye may be light
And sing lulley, lulley

Jesu my son hevyn king
Why ly'st thou thus in stall
And why hast thou no ryche beddynge
In sum ryche kings hall?
Methink by right
The lord of might
Should lye in ryche array
But neverthelesse I will not cease to sing
Lulley, lulley

Lulley she said and sung also
Myn own dere son why art thou wo?
Have I not do as I should do?
Thy grievance, tell me what it is!
Nay, dere moder, for thee weep I nought
Bur for the woe that shall be wrought
To me, as I mankind have brought

Was never sorrow like it I wis
Peace dere son, tell me not soo,
Thou art my child I have no moo
Shouls I myn own son sloo?
Alas my dere son! What meaneth this
Mary, moder I pray thee take thee up on loft,
And in thyn arem thou keppe me warm
And dame me now full oft
And if I wepe and will not slepe
Then syng by, by, lulley

Jesu, my son, hevyn kyng
If it be thy will
Grant myn asking
Whatsoever they be that can and will be
Merry on this day
To this them brynge,
And I shall syng: Lulley, lulley.

2. The Mother of God

The threefold terror of love
a fallen flare
Through the hollow of an ear
Wings beating about the room
The terror of all terrors that I have
The heavens in my womb
Had I not found content among the shows
Ev'ry common woman knows
Chimney corner, garden walk,
Or rocky cistern where we tread the clothes
And gather all the talk?
What is this flesh I purchased with my pains
This fallen star my milk sustains,
This love that makes my heart bleed stop
or strikes a sudden chill into my bones
And bids my hair stand up?

3. Carol: Gaude Maria

Gaude Maria Cristis moder
Mary mild, of thee I mene;
Thou bare my lord thou bare my broder;
Thou bare a lovely child and clene.
Thous stodest full still without blyss,
Whene in thy ere that erand was done so;
Thou gracious God the lyght withyn.
Gabrielis Nuncio

Gaude Maria yglent with grace!
When Jesus, thi son on thee was bore,
Full nygh thy brest thou gan him brace;
He sowked, he sighed, he wept full sore.
Thou fedest the flowr that never shall fade
With maydent mylke and song therto:
Lulley my sweet I have thee, babe
Cumpuderis lilio Gaude Maria! Thy mirth was away,
When Cryst on cross thy son gan die
Full dolfully on God Fryday
That many a moders son yt sye
Hys blood us brought from care and strife,
Hiw wat'ry wounds us wisshe from wo
The third day from deth to lyf
Fulget resurreccio

Gaude Maria thou byrde so bryghte
Bryghter than blossum that blowith on hill!
Joyfull thou were to see that sight
When the apostles so sweet of will
Thy all and sum did shriek full shrill,
Whan the fayrest of shape went you fro,
From erth to hevyn he styed full still,
Motu que fertu proprio.