An Adult Lullaby
Lollay, lollay, little child
Why wepestou so sore
Nedes mostou wepe
It was iyarked thee yore
Ever to lib in sorrow
And sich and mourne evere
As thine eldren did er this,
Whil hi alives were
Lollay, lollay, little child
Child lollay lullow
Into uncuth world
Icommen so ertou
Writer/s: Jörgen Elofsson
