Myn lyking Words: 15th century Music: R R Terry I saw a fair mayden sytten and sing. She lulled a lyttel childe, a sweete Lording. Lullay myn lyking, my dere sonne, my sweeting. Lullay my dere herte, myn own dere derling. That same Lord is he that made alle thing; Of alle lordis he is Lord, of alle kynges Kyng. Lullay... There was mickle melody at that chylde's birth. All that were in heav'nly bliss, they made mickle mirth. Lullay... Angels bright sang their song to that chyld; Blyssid be thou, and so be she, so meek and so mild. Lullay...