Christmas Carols, Ancient and Modern/Annotated/A, my dere son

A, my dere son, sayd mary, a, my dere, kys moder Jesus  a lawghyng chere.

This endnes nyght I sawe a syght
 * all in my slepe,

Mary may she sang lullay
 * & sore did wepe.

To kepe she sawght full fast a bowte
 * her son fro colde;

Joseph seyd, wiff, my joy, my leff,
 * say what ye wolde;

no thyng my spouse is In howse
 * unto my pay;

my son a kyng made all thyng
 * lyth in hay.
 * A my dere son.

my moder dere, a mend chere,
 * & now be styll;

thus for to ly it is sothely
 * my fadirs will.

derision gret passion
 * Infynytely,

as it is fownde many a wownd
 * suffyr shall I,

of caluery that is so hye
 * ther shall I be;

man to restore naylid full sore
 * uppon a tre.
 * A my dere son.