Browse Carols: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z # Mother, White As Lily Flower 1. As I up rose in a morning, My thought was on a maid(en) ying, That sang asleep with her lulling, Her sweet Son, our Saviour. 2. As she Him held (all) in her lap, He took her lovely by the pap, And thereof sweetly He took a nap, And sucked His fill of the liquor. 3. To His mother gan He say: "For this milk me muste die, It is my kind therewith to play, My sweet mother, par amour." 4. The maiden freely gan to sing, And in her song she made mourning, How He that is our heaven(ly) King Should shed His blood with great dolour. 5. "Mother, thy weeping grieveth me sore Save I would die, thou hadst been lore; So away, mother, and weap no more; Thy lulling lesseth my languor." 6. Such mourning as the maiden made, I cannot tell it in this hour; Therefore be merry and glad, And make us merry for our Saviour. Browse Carols: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #