1. A little child there is ybore,
Eia, Eia, susanni,¹ susanni, susanni,
Ysprungen out of Jesse’s more,²
Alleluia, Alleluia,
To save us all that were forlore.

2. Jesus that is so full of might
Eia, Eia, susanni, susanni, susanni,
Ybore he was about midnight;
Alleluia, Alleluia,
The angels sung with all their might.

3. Jesus is that child’s name,
Eia, Eia, susanni, susanni, susanni,
A maid and mother is his dame,
Alleluia, Alleluia,
And so our sorrow is turned to game.

4. It fell upon the high midnight,
Eia, Eia, susanni, susanni, susanni,
The stars they shone both fair and bright,
Alleluia, Alleluia,
The angels sang with all their might.

5. Three kings there came with their presents
Eia, Eia, susanni, susanni, susanni,
Of myrrh and gold and frankincense,
Alleluia, Alleluia,
As clerkes sing in their sequence.

6. Now sit we down upon our knee,
Eia, Eia, susanni, susanni, susanni,
And pray that child that is so free:
Alleluia, Alleluia,
And with good heart now sing we.

¹ ’Susanni:’ from German lulling words, according to Elizabeth Poston.
² ’More’ = stock or thorn.