Balulalow

Traditional Scottish, arranged by Loreena McKennitt

I come to hevin which to tell

The best nowells that e'er befell

To you thir tythings trew I bring

And I will of them say and sing.

This day to you is born ane child

Of Marie meik and Virgin mild

That bliss it bairn bening and kind

Sall you rejoyce baith hart and mind.

Lat us rejoyis and be blyth

And with the Hyrdis go full swyth

And see what God of his grace hes done

Throu Christ to bring us to his throne

My saull and life stand up and see

Wha lyis in ane cribbe of tree.

What Babe is that, sa gude and fair

It is Christ, God's son and Air.

O my deir hard, yung Jesus sweit

Prepair thy creddil in my spreit!

And I sall rock thee in my hart

And never mair fra thee depart.

Bot I sall praise thee evermoir

With sangis sweit unto thy gloir

The kneis of my hard sall I bow

And sing that rycht Balulalow.

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