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End now the white-loaf and the pie, And let all sports with Christmas die.
_Robert Herrick._
SAINT DISTAFF'S DAY, THE MORROW AFTER TWELFTH DAY.
Partly work and partly play Ye must on St. Distaff's day; From the plough soon free your team, Then come home and fodder them; If the maids a-spinning go, Burn the flax and fire the tow; Scorch their plackets, but beware That ye singe no maiden-hair; Bring in pails of water then, Let the maids bewash the men; Give St. Distaff all the right, Then bid Christmas sport good-night, And next morrow every one To his own vocation.
_Robert Herrick._
_The Shepherds._
"His place of birth a solemn angel tells To simple shepherds keeping watch by night."
_Milton._
ON OATEN PIPES.
As I rode out this enderes night, Of three ioli sheppardes I saw a sight, And all abowte there fold a star shone bright; They sang, terli, terlow; So mereli the sheppardes their pipes can blow.
Doune from heaven, from heaven so hie, Of angeles ther came a great companie, With mirthe, and joy, and great solemnitye, The sange, terly, terlow; So mereli the sheppardes their pipes can blow.
_Coventry Mysteries._
PIPE-PLAYING.
_Tyrle, Tyrle, so Merrily the Shepherds began to Blow._
About the field they piped full right, Even about the midst of the night; Adown from heaven they saw come a light, _Tyrle, tyrle._
Of angels there came a company With merry songs and melody, The shepherds anon gan them espy, _Tyrle, tyrle._
_Gloria in excelsis_ the angels sung, And said how peace was present among, To every man that to the faith would 'long, _Tyrle, tyrle._
The shepherds hied them to Bethlehem To see that blessed sun's beam; And there they found that glorious stream, _Tyrle, tyrle._
Now pray we to that meek Child, And to his mother that is so mild, The which was never defiled, _Tyrle, tyrle._
That we may come unto his bliss, Where joy shall never miss; That we may sing in Paradise, _Tyrle, tyrle._
I pray you all that be here For to sing and make good cheer, In the wors.h.i.+p of G.o.d this year, _Tyrle, tyrle._
_Wright's Songs and Carols._
THE FIRST CAROL.
The first Nowell the Angel did say Was to three poor Shepherds in the fields as they lay; In fields where they lay keeping their sheep, In a cold winter's night that was so deep.
_Nowell, Nowell, Nowell, Nowell,_ _Born is the King of Israel._
They looked up and saw a Star s.h.i.+ning in the East beyond them far; And to the earth it gave great light, And so it continued both day and night.
_Nowell, Nowell, Nowell, Nowell,_ _Born is the King of Israel._
And by the light of that same Star Three Wise Men came from country far; To seek for a King was their intent, And to follow the Star wherever it went.
_Nowell, Nowell, Nowell, Nowell,_ _Born is the King of Israel._
The Star drew nigh to the northwest, O'er Bethlehem it took its rest, And there it did both stop and stay Right over the place where Jesus lay.
_Nowell, Nowell, Nowell, Nowell,_ _Born is the King of Israel._
Then did they know a.s.suredly Within that house the King did lie: One enter'd in then for to see, And found the Babe in poverty.
_Nowell, Nowell, Nowell, Nowell,_ _Born is the King of Israel._
Then enter'd in those Wise Men three Most reverently upon their knee, And offer'd there in his presence Both gold, and myrrh, and frankincense.
_Nowell, Nowell, Nowell, Nowell,_ _Born is the King of Israel._
Between an ox-stall and an a.s.s This Child truly there born he was; For want of clothing they did him lay All in the manger among the hay.
_Nowell, Nowell, Nowell, Nowell,_ _Born is the King of Israel._
Then let us all with one accord Sing praises to our Heavenly Lord, That hath made heaven and earth of naught, And with his blood mankind hath bought.
_Nowell, Nowell, Nowell, Nowell,_ _Born is the King of Israel._
If we in our time shall do well, We shall be free from death and h.e.l.l; For G.o.d hath prepared for us all A resting-place in general.
_Nowell, Nowell, Nowell, Nowell,_ _Born is the King of Israel._
IN BETHLEHEM.
In Bethlehem, that n.o.ble place, As by the Prophet said it was, Of the Virgin Mary, filled with grace.
