Christmas Carols, Ancient and Modern

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CAROL, WITH LULLABY. THIS carol is taken from Tenor Psalmes, Sonets, and Songs of Sadnes and Pietie, made into Musicke of Five Parts, andc. by William Byrd, one of the Gent, of the Queenes Maiestie's Royall Chappell, andc. London, 1587, and printed therefrom in Cens. Liter. vol. x. pp. 187-8. Herod's cruel...
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CAROL, WITH LULLABY. THIS carol is taken from Tenor Psalmes, Sonets, and Songs of Sadnes and Pietie, made into Musicke of Five Parts, andc. by William Byrd, one of the Gent, of the Queenes Maiestie's Royall Chappell, andc. London, 1587, and printed therefrom in Cens. Liter. vol. x. pp. 187-8. Herod's cruel massacre is a common subject in children's carols.] LULLA, la lulla, lulla lullaby, My sweet little babe, what meanest thou to cry? Be still, my blessed babe, though cause thou hast to mourn, Whose blood, most innocent, the cruel king hath sworn: And lo, alas, behold what slaughter he doth make, Shedding the blood of infants all, sweet Saviour, for Thy sake, A King is born, they say, which King this king would kill; Oh wo, and woful heavy day, when wretches have their will. Lull a, la lulla, lulla lullaby, My sweet little babe, what meanest thou to cry? Three kings this King of kings to see, are come from far, To each unknown, with offerings great, by guiding of a star And Shepherds heard the song, which angels bright did sing, Giving all glory unto God, for coming of this King. Which must be made away, King Herod would Him kill; Oh wo, and woful heavy day. when wretches have their will. Lulla, la lulla, lulla lullaby, My sweet little babe, what meanest thou to cry? Lo, my little babe, be still, lament no more, From fury shall thou step aside, help have we still in store; We heavenly warning have, some other soil to seek, From death must fly the Lord of Life, as lamb both mild and meek: Thus must my babe obey the king that would him kill; Oh wo, and woful heavy day, when wretches have their will. Lulla, la lulla, lulla lullaby, My sweet little babe, what meanest thou to cry? But thou shalt live an...