Corpus Christi Carol

Lully, lullay, lully, lullay,
The falcon hath borne my make away.

He bore him up, he bore him down;
He bore him into an orchard brown.

In that orchard there was a hall,
That was hanged with purple and pall.

And in that hall there was a bed;
It was hanged with gold so red.

And in that bed there lieth a knight,
His wounds bleeding day and night.

By that bed’s side there kneeleth a may,
And she weeps both night and day.

And by that bed’s side there standeth a stone,
Corpus Christi written thereon.