Friday, December 25, 2009


Again, this lovely lullaby, mother to child, from Britten's Ceremony of Carols.

"O my deare hert, young Jesu sweit,
Prepare thy creddil in my spreit,
And I sall rock thee to my hert,
And never mair from thee depart.

But I sall praise thee evermoir
With sanges sweit unto thy gloir;
The knees of my heart sall I bow,
And sing that richt Balulalow"

(something's going on around 0.45)

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