The Corpus Christi Carol

by Anonymous

Lully, lullay, lully, lullay!
The faucon hath borne my make away.
 
He bare him up, he bare him down,
He bare him into an orchard brown.
 
In that orchard there was a hall,
That was hangèd with purple and pall.
 
And in that hall there was a bed,
It was hangèd with gold so red.
 
And in that bed there lieth a knight,
His woundès bleeding day and night.
 
By that bedside there kneeleth a may,
And she weepeth both night and day.
 
And by that bedside there standeth a stone,
Corpus Christi written thereon.