Full still that he did stand,
That he might hear now fair Ellen,
How she made her monand.
She said, "Lullaby, my own dear child,
Lullaby, dear child, dear;
I would thy father were a king,
Thy mother laid on a bier."
monand, moaning.
"Peace now," he said, "good, fair Ellen,
And be of good cheer, I thee pray;