O my deir heart, young Jesus sweet
Prepare thy cradle in my spreit
And I sall rock thee in my heart
And nevermore from thee depart

But I sall praise thee evermore
With sangis sweet unto thy gloir
The knees of my heart sall I bow
And sing that richt Balulalow

The knees of my heart sall I bow
And sing that richt Balulalow