Balulalow
James, John and Robert Wedderburn
O my dear heart, young Jesus sweet,
Prepare thy cradle in my spreit,
And I shall rock thee in my heart
And never mair from thee depart.
Balulalow, Balulalow.
But I shall praise thee ever more
With sanges sweet unto thy gloir,
The knees of my heart shall I bow,
And sing that richt Balulalow.
Balulalow, Balulalow.
