See the child that Mary bore

On her lap so softly sleeping

In a stable cold and poor

Ox and ass their vigil keeping



Sing lullaby, sing lullaby

My own dear son, my child

Lullaby, sing lullaby

Lullaby, my little baby



Flights of angels round his head

Sing him joyful hymns of greeting

Peace on earth, goodwill to men

Each to each the song repeating



Shepherds kneeling by his bed

Offer homage without measure

Wise men, by a bright star led

Bring him gifts of richest treasure