Balulalow

O my deir hart, yung Jesus sweit
Prepair thy creddil in my spreit
And I shall rock thee in my hart
And never mair fra thee depart.
But I shall praise thee evermoir
With sangis sweit unto thy gloir
The kneis of my hart shall I bow
And sing that rycht Balulalow.
But I shall praise thee evermoir
With sangis sweit unto thy gloir
The kneis of my hart shall I bow
And sing that rycht Balulalow.