(cradle Song (balulalow)

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 evermore with sangis sweit unto thy gloir; the knees of my heart sall i bow, and sing that richt balulalow!

The knees of my heart sall i bow, and sing that richt balulalow