Nostre Segnora a costazu m’istu.
Ea mie narat: Dormi e reposa,
No hapas paura de mala cosa.”
In Upper Italy they sing—
“Dormi, dormi, O bel Bambin,
Rè divin.
Dormi, dormi, O fantolin,
Fa la nanna, O caro giglio,
Rè de Ciel.”
And a gentleman who joined us later on wound up our charming evening by singing to a strange old chant the following Burgundian carol, written, as my readers will perceive, in alternate lines of French and Latin:—