O sleep thou heaven-born treasure thou,
Sleep sound, thou dearest child;
White angel wings shall fan thy brow
With breezes soft and mild.
We shepherds poor are here to sing
A simple lullay to our king.
Lullaby, lullaby, sleep, sleep softly, lullaby.

See Mary has with mother’s love
A bed for thee outspread,
While Joseph stoops and watches at thy head,
The lambkins in the stall so nigh,
That thou mayest sleep, have hushed their cry.
Lullay, lullaby, sleep, sleep softly, lullaby.