Look you my heart behold and see;
What's lieing asleep in yonder(that) crib
What babies that so good and fair
That's my little darling Jesus there

Ah Lord that made all creature
Oh how have you become so poor
That you upon the hay will lie
The feed of ass and dirty cattle

The silk and sander thee till aise
(this provides some difficulties sander one who delivered sand doesn't fit in context and aise meant ashes but again in this context would appear wrong perhaps they meant sandre which was sandlewood and used aise as a corruption of ease making the line)
The silk and sandlewood you to ease
Are very course hay and swaddling clothes
Where are your glories greatest king

Ah my dear heart little Jesus hush(be quiet)
Make your bed soft and spruce(Neat)
And I shall rock you in my heart
I will not let you from my thoughts depart.


awra best
frae meg