Cradle Song
17th Century
O MY deir hert, young Jesus sweit,
Prepare thy creddil in my spreit,
And I sall rock thee in my hert
And never mair from thee depart.
But I sall praise thee evermoir
With sangis sweit unto thy gloir;
The knees of my hert sall I bow,
And sing that richt Balulalow!
DayPoems Poem No. 376
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The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
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