Balulalow lyrics
by Benjamin Britten
O my deir hert, young Jesus sweit
Prepare thy creddil in my spreit
And I sall rock thee in my hert
And never mair from thee depart
But I sall praise thee evermoir
With sangis sweit unto thy gloir;
The knees of my heart sall I bow
And sing that richt Balulalow!