Adam lay ybounden Anon. early 15th Century
Adam lay ibounden,
Bounden in a bond;
Foure thousand winter
Thought he not too long
And all was for an apple,
An apple that he tok,
As clerkes finden
Wreten in here book.
Ne hadde the apple take
ben,
The apple taken ben,
Ne hadde never our Lady
A-ben Hevene Quen.
Blissed be the time
That apple take was!
Therefore we moun singen
Deo
Gracias!
Lullay my liking Anon. 15th Century
Lullay, my liking, my dere
son, my sweting.
Lullay, my dere herte, my
owen dere derling.
I
saw a fair maydyn
Sitten and sing:
She
lulled a little child,
A swete lording.
That
eche Lord is that
That made alle thinge:
Of
alle lordes he is Lord,
Of alle kinges Kyng.
Ther
was mekil melody
At that childes berth:
Alle
tho wern in hevene blis
They made mekil merth.
Aungele
bright, they song that night
And seiden to that child:
“Blissed be thou, and so be
she
That is
bothe mek and mild”.
Prey
we now to that child,
And to his moder dere,
Graunt
hem his blissing
That now maken chere.
Sir Christemas Anon. 15th Century
Good
day, good day,
My lord, Sir Christemasse, good day!
Good
day, Sire Christemasse our King,
For
every man both olde and yinge
Is
glad and blithe of your cominge:
Good day!
Godis
sone, so moche of might,
Fram
Heven to erthe down is light,
And
borne if of a maide so bright:
Good day!
Heven
and erthe and also helle,
And
alle that ever in hem dwelle,
Of
your cominge they beth full snelle:
Good day!
Of
your cominge this clerkes finde
Ye
come to save all mankinde,
And
of here bales hem unbinde:
Good day!
Alle
manner of merthes we wole make,
And
solas to oure hertes take,
My
seemly lorde, for your sake:
Good day!