Corpus Christi Carol
Lulley, lulla, lulley, lulla,
The falcon, the falcon hath borne my make away.
He bare him up, he bare him down,
He bare him into an orchard brown.
In that orchard there was an hall,
That was hanged with purple and pall.
And in that hall there was a bed,
It was hanged with gold so red.
And in that bed there lies a knight,
His woundes bleeding day and night.
By that bedside there weepeth a may,
And she weepeth both day and night.
And by that bedside there standeth a stone,
‘Corpus Christi’ written thereon.
Lulley, lulla, lulley, lulla.