VII.

NNOWELL, nowell, nowell, nowell,Tydyng gode y thyngke to telle.The borys hede, that we bryng here,Betokeneth a prince withoute pere,Ys born this day to bye us dere,Nowell.A bore ys a souerayn beste,And acceptable in eury feste,So mote thys lord be to moste and leste,Nowell.This borys hede we bryng wtsong,In worchyp of hym that thus sprangOf a virgyne to redresse all wrong.Nowell.

NNOWELL, nowell, nowell, nowell,Tydyng gode y thyngke to telle.

NOWELL, nowell, nowell, nowell,

Tydyng gode y thyngke to telle.

The borys hede, that we bryng here,Betokeneth a prince withoute pere,Ys born this day to bye us dere,Nowell.

The borys hede, that we bryng here,

Betokeneth a prince withoute pere,

Ys born this day to bye us dere,

Nowell.

A bore ys a souerayn beste,And acceptable in eury feste,So mote thys lord be to moste and leste,Nowell.

A bore ys a souerayn beste,

And acceptable in eury feste,

So mote thys lord be to moste and leste,

Nowell.

This borys hede we bryng wtsong,In worchyp of hym that thus sprangOf a virgyne to redresse all wrong.Nowell.

This borys hede we bryng wtsong,

In worchyp of hym that thus sprang

Of a virgyne to redresse all wrong.

Nowell.

NNOWELL, nowell, nowell, nowell.Who ys there that syngith so nowell, nowell?I am here, syre Cristsmasse;Well, come, my lord srCrstsmasse,Welcome to vs all bothe more & lasse,Com ner, nowell.Dievs wous garde brewe s^{rs}tydyge y ȝow bryng.A mayde hath borne a chylde full ȝong,The weche causeth ȝew for to syng,Nowell.Criste is now born of a pure mayde,In an oxe stalle he ys layde,Wher’for syng we alle atte abrayde,Nowell.Bevvex bien par tutte la company,Make gode chere and be ryght mery,And syng wtvs now ioyfully,Nowell.

NNOWELL, nowell, nowell, nowell.Who ys there that syngith so nowell, nowell?

NOWELL, nowell, nowell, nowell.

Who ys there that syngith so nowell, nowell?

I am here, syre Cristsmasse;Well, come, my lord srCrstsmasse,Welcome to vs all bothe more & lasse,Com ner, nowell.

I am here, syre Cristsmasse;

Well, come, my lord srCrstsmasse,

Welcome to vs all bothe more & lasse,

Com ner, nowell.

Dievs wous garde brewe s^{rs}tydyge y ȝow bryng.A mayde hath borne a chylde full ȝong,The weche causeth ȝew for to syng,Nowell.

Dievs wous garde brewe s^{rs}tydyge y ȝow bryng.

A mayde hath borne a chylde full ȝong,

The weche causeth ȝew for to syng,

Nowell.

Criste is now born of a pure mayde,In an oxe stalle he ys layde,Wher’for syng we alle atte abrayde,Nowell.

Criste is now born of a pure mayde,

In an oxe stalle he ys layde,

Wher’for syng we alle atte abrayde,

Nowell.

Bevvex bien par tutte la company,Make gode chere and be ryght mery,And syng wtvs now ioyfully,Nowell.

Bevvex bien par tutte la company,

Make gode chere and be ryght mery,

And syng wtvs now ioyfully,

Nowell.

AA Bonne God wote!Stickes in my throate,Without I have a draughtOf cornie aile,Nappy and staile,My lyffe lyes in great wauste.Some ayle or beare,Gentill butlere,Some lycoure thou hus showe,Such as you mashe,Our throates to washe,The best were that yow brew.Saint, master, and knight,That Saint Mault hight,Were prest betwen two stones;That swet humourOf his lycoureWould make us sing at once.Mr. Wortley,I dar well say,I tell you as I thinke,Would not, I say,Byd hus this day,But that we shuld have drink.His men so tallWalkes up his hall,With many a comly dishe;Of his good meatI cannot eate,Without a drink i-wysse;Now gyve hus drink,And let cat wynke,I tell you all at once,Yt stickes so sore,I may sing no more,Tyll I have dronken once.

A Bonne God wote!

Stickes in my throate,

Without I have a draught

Of cornie aile,

Nappy and staile,

My lyffe lyes in great wauste.

Some ayle or beare,

Gentill butlere,

Some lycoure thou hus showe,

Such as you mashe,

Our throates to washe,

The best were that yow brew.

Saint, master, and knight,That Saint Mault hight,Were prest betwen two stones;That swet humourOf his lycoureWould make us sing at once.Mr. Wortley,I dar well say,I tell you as I thinke,Would not, I say,Byd hus this day,But that we shuld have drink.

Saint, master, and knight,

That Saint Mault hight,

Were prest betwen two stones;

That swet humour

Of his lycoure

Would make us sing at once.

Mr. Wortley,

I dar well say,

I tell you as I thinke,

Would not, I say,

Byd hus this day,

But that we shuld have drink.

His men so tallWalkes up his hall,With many a comly dishe;Of his good meatI cannot eate,Without a drink i-wysse;Now gyve hus drink,And let cat wynke,I tell you all at once,Yt stickes so sore,I may sing no more,Tyll I have dronken once.

His men so tall

Walkes up his hall,

With many a comly dishe;

Of his good meat

I cannot eate,

Without a drink i-wysse;

Now gyve hus drink,

And let cat wynke,

I tell you all at once,

Yt stickes so sore,

I may sing no more,

Tyll I have dronken once.

Nowel el el el, now is wel that evere was woo.

AA BABE is born al of a may,In the savasyoun of us,To hem we syngyn bothe nyȝht and day,Veni creator spiritus.At Bedlem that blyssid pas,The chylde of blysse born he was,Hym to serve, go ȝeve us gras,O lux beata trinitas.Ther come thre kynges out of the est,To worchepe the Kyng that is so fre,With gold and myrre and francincens,A solis ortus cardine.The herdes herdyn an aungele cry,A merye song then sungyn he,Qwy arn ȝe so sore a-gast?Jam ortus solis cardine.The aungele comyn down with on cry,A fayr song then sungyn he,In the worchepe of that chyld,Gloria tibi, Domine.

AA BABE is born al of a may,In the savasyoun of us,To hem we syngyn bothe nyȝht and day,Veni creator spiritus.

A BABE is born al of a may,

In the savasyoun of us,

To hem we syngyn bothe nyȝht and day,

Veni creator spiritus.

At Bedlem that blyssid pas,The chylde of blysse born he was,Hym to serve, go ȝeve us gras,O lux beata trinitas.

At Bedlem that blyssid pas,

The chylde of blysse born he was,

Hym to serve, go ȝeve us gras,

O lux beata trinitas.

Ther come thre kynges out of the est,To worchepe the Kyng that is so fre,With gold and myrre and francincens,A solis ortus cardine.

Ther come thre kynges out of the est,

To worchepe the Kyng that is so fre,

With gold and myrre and francincens,

A solis ortus cardine.

The herdes herdyn an aungele cry,A merye song then sungyn he,Qwy arn ȝe so sore a-gast?Jam ortus solis cardine.

The herdes herdyn an aungele cry,

A merye song then sungyn he,

Qwy arn ȝe so sore a-gast?

Jam ortus solis cardine.

The aungele comyn down with on cry,A fayr song then sungyn he,In the worchepe of that chyld,Gloria tibi, Domine.

The aungele comyn down with on cry,

A fayr song then sungyn he,

In the worchepe of that chyld,

Gloria tibi, Domine.

Make we myrth,For Crystes byrth,And syng we ȝole tyl Candelmes.

Make we myrth,

For Crystes byrth,

And syng we ȝole tyl Candelmes.

TTHE fyrst day of ȝole have we in mynd,How God was man born of owre kynd;For he the bondes wold onbyndOf all owre synnes and wykednes.The secund day we syng of Stevene,That stoned and steyyd up evenTo God that he saw stond in hevyn,And crounned was for hys prouesse.The iij day longeth to sent Johan,That was Cristys darlyng, derer non,Whom he betok, whan he shuld gon,Hys moder der for hyr clennesse.The iiij day of the chyldren ȝong,That Herowd to deth had do with wrong,And Crist thei coud non tell with tong,But with ther blod bar hym wytnesse.The v day longeth to sent Thomas,That, as a strong pyller of bras,Held up the chyrch, and sclayn he was,For he sted with ryȝtwesnesse.The viij day tok Jhesu hys name,That saved mankynd fro syn and shame,And circumsysed was for no blame,But for ensample of meknesse.The xij day offerd to hym kynges iij,Gold, myr, and cense, thes gyftes free,For God, and man, and kyng was he,Thus worschyppyd thei his worthynes.On the xl day cam Mary myld,Unto the temple with hyr chyld,To shew hyr clen that never was fylyd,And therwith endyth Crystmes.

TTHE fyrst day of ȝole have we in mynd,How God was man born of owre kynd;For he the bondes wold onbyndOf all owre synnes and wykednes.

THE fyrst day of ȝole have we in mynd,

How God was man born of owre kynd;

For he the bondes wold onbynd

Of all owre synnes and wykednes.

The secund day we syng of Stevene,That stoned and steyyd up evenTo God that he saw stond in hevyn,And crounned was for hys prouesse.

The secund day we syng of Stevene,

That stoned and steyyd up even

To God that he saw stond in hevyn,

And crounned was for hys prouesse.

The iij day longeth to sent Johan,That was Cristys darlyng, derer non,Whom he betok, whan he shuld gon,Hys moder der for hyr clennesse.

The iij day longeth to sent Johan,

That was Cristys darlyng, derer non,

Whom he betok, whan he shuld gon,

Hys moder der for hyr clennesse.

The iiij day of the chyldren ȝong,That Herowd to deth had do with wrong,And Crist thei coud non tell with tong,But with ther blod bar hym wytnesse.

The iiij day of the chyldren ȝong,

That Herowd to deth had do with wrong,

And Crist thei coud non tell with tong,

But with ther blod bar hym wytnesse.

The v day longeth to sent Thomas,That, as a strong pyller of bras,Held up the chyrch, and sclayn he was,For he sted with ryȝtwesnesse.

The v day longeth to sent Thomas,

That, as a strong pyller of bras,

Held up the chyrch, and sclayn he was,

For he sted with ryȝtwesnesse.

The viij day tok Jhesu hys name,That saved mankynd fro syn and shame,And circumsysed was for no blame,But for ensample of meknesse.

The viij day tok Jhesu hys name,

That saved mankynd fro syn and shame,

And circumsysed was for no blame,

But for ensample of meknesse.

The xij day offerd to hym kynges iij,Gold, myr, and cense, thes gyftes free,For God, and man, and kyng was he,Thus worschyppyd thei his worthynes.

The xij day offerd to hym kynges iij,

Gold, myr, and cense, thes gyftes free,

For God, and man, and kyng was he,

Thus worschyppyd thei his worthynes.

On the xl day cam Mary myld,Unto the temple with hyr chyld,To shew hyr clen that never was fylyd,And therwith endyth Crystmes.

On the xl day cam Mary myld,

Unto the temple with hyr chyld,

To shew hyr clen that never was fylyd,

And therwith endyth Crystmes.

BBLYSSID be that lady bryght,That bare a chyld off great myght,Withouten peyne, as it was right,Mayd mother Marye.

BLYSSID be that lady bryght,

That bare a chyld off great myght,

Withouten peyne, as it was right,

Mayd mother Marye.

Goddys sonne is borne, his moder is a maid,Both aftur and beforne, as the prophycy said,With ay;A wonder thyng it is to se,How mayden and moder on may be;Was there nonne but she,Maid moder Marye.The great lord of heaven our servant is becom,Thorow Gabriels stevyn, owr kynd have benom,With ay;A wonder thyng it is to se,How lord and servant on may be;Was ther never nonne but he,Born off maid Marye.Two sons togyther they owght to shyne bryght;So did that fayer ladye, whan Jesu in hir light,With ay;A wonder thyng is fall,The lord that bought fre and thrall,Is found in an assis stall,By his moder Mary.The shepherdes in her region thei lokyd into Heaven,Thei se an angell commyng down, that said with myld steven.With ay;Joy be to God almyght,And pece in yerth to man is dyte,Fore God was born on Chrismes nyght,Off his moder Marye.Thre kynges off great noblay, whan that chyld was born,To hym they tok the redy way, and kneled hym beforn,With ay;Thes iij kynges cam fro fare,Thorow ledyng of a stare,And offered hym gold, encence, and mure.And to hys moder Mary.

Goddys sonne is borne, his moder is a maid,Both aftur and beforne, as the prophycy said,With ay;A wonder thyng it is to se,How mayden and moder on may be;Was there nonne but she,Maid moder Marye.

Goddys sonne is borne, his moder is a maid,

Both aftur and beforne, as the prophycy said,

With ay;

A wonder thyng it is to se,

How mayden and moder on may be;

Was there nonne but she,

Maid moder Marye.

The great lord of heaven our servant is becom,Thorow Gabriels stevyn, owr kynd have benom,With ay;A wonder thyng it is to se,How lord and servant on may be;Was ther never nonne but he,Born off maid Marye.

The great lord of heaven our servant is becom,

Thorow Gabriels stevyn, owr kynd have benom,

With ay;

A wonder thyng it is to se,

How lord and servant on may be;

Was ther never nonne but he,

Born off maid Marye.

Two sons togyther they owght to shyne bryght;So did that fayer ladye, whan Jesu in hir light,With ay;A wonder thyng is fall,The lord that bought fre and thrall,Is found in an assis stall,By his moder Mary.

Two sons togyther they owght to shyne bryght;

So did that fayer ladye, whan Jesu in hir light,

With ay;

A wonder thyng is fall,

The lord that bought fre and thrall,

Is found in an assis stall,

By his moder Mary.

The shepherdes in her region thei lokyd into Heaven,Thei se an angell commyng down, that said with myld steven.With ay;Joy be to God almyght,And pece in yerth to man is dyte,Fore God was born on Chrismes nyght,Off his moder Marye.

The shepherdes in her region thei lokyd into Heaven,

Thei se an angell commyng down, that said with myld steven.

With ay;

Joy be to God almyght,

And pece in yerth to man is dyte,

Fore God was born on Chrismes nyght,

Off his moder Marye.

Thre kynges off great noblay, whan that chyld was born,To hym they tok the redy way, and kneled hym beforn,With ay;Thes iij kynges cam fro fare,Thorow ledyng of a stare,And offered hym gold, encence, and mure.And to hys moder Mary.

Thre kynges off great noblay, whan that chyld was born,

To hym they tok the redy way, and kneled hym beforn,

With ay;

Thes iij kynges cam fro fare,

Thorow ledyng of a stare,

And offered hym gold, encence, and mure.

And to hys moder Mary.

HHEY, hey, hey, hey, the borrys hede is armyd gay.The boris hede in hond I bryng,With garlond gay in porttoryng,I pray yow alle with me to synge,With hay.Lordys, knyȝttes, and skyers,Persons, prystis, and wycars,The boris hede ys the furt mes,With hay.The boris hede, as I yow say,He takis his leyfe, and gothe his way,Gone after the xij, theyl ffyt day,With hay.Then commys in the secunde kowrs with mykylle pryde,The crannus, the heyrrouns, the bytteris by ther syde,The pertrychys and the plowers, the wodcokus and the snyt,With hay.Larkys in hot schow, ladys for to pyk,Good drynk therto, lycyus and fyne,Blwet of allmayne, romnay and wyin,With hay.Gud bred alle and wyin dare I welle say,The boris hede with musterd armyd soo gay;Furmante to pottage, with wennissun fyne,And the hombuls of the dow, and all that ever commis in;Cappons i-bake, with the pesys of the roow,Reysons of corrons, with odyre spysis moo.

HHEY, hey, hey, hey, the borrys hede is armyd gay.The boris hede in hond I bryng,With garlond gay in porttoryng,I pray yow alle with me to synge,With hay.

HEY, hey, hey, hey, the borrys hede is armyd gay.

The boris hede in hond I bryng,

With garlond gay in porttoryng,

I pray yow alle with me to synge,

With hay.

Lordys, knyȝttes, and skyers,Persons, prystis, and wycars,The boris hede ys the furt mes,With hay.

Lordys, knyȝttes, and skyers,

Persons, prystis, and wycars,

The boris hede ys the furt mes,

With hay.

The boris hede, as I yow say,He takis his leyfe, and gothe his way,Gone after the xij, theyl ffyt day,With hay.

The boris hede, as I yow say,

He takis his leyfe, and gothe his way,

Gone after the xij, theyl ffyt day,

With hay.

Then commys in the secunde kowrs with mykylle pryde,The crannus, the heyrrouns, the bytteris by ther syde,The pertrychys and the plowers, the wodcokus and the snyt,With hay.

Then commys in the secunde kowrs with mykylle pryde,

The crannus, the heyrrouns, the bytteris by ther syde,

The pertrychys and the plowers, the wodcokus and the snyt,

With hay.

Larkys in hot schow, ladys for to pyk,Good drynk therto, lycyus and fyne,Blwet of allmayne, romnay and wyin,With hay.

Larkys in hot schow, ladys for to pyk,

Good drynk therto, lycyus and fyne,

Blwet of allmayne, romnay and wyin,

With hay.

Gud bred alle and wyin dare I welle say,The boris hede with musterd armyd soo gay;Furmante to pottage, with wennissun fyne,And the hombuls of the dow, and all that ever commis in;Cappons i-bake, with the pesys of the roow,Reysons of corrons, with odyre spysis moo.

Gud bred alle and wyin dare I welle say,

The boris hede with musterd armyd soo gay;

Furmante to pottage, with wennissun fyne,

And the hombuls of the dow, and all that ever commis in;

Cappons i-bake, with the pesys of the roow,

Reysons of corrons, with odyre spysis moo.

Caput afri differoReddens laudes domino.

Caput afri differo

Reddens laudes domino.

TTHE bore’s heed in hand bring I,With garlans gay and rosemary,I pray you all synge merelyQui estis in convivio.The bore’s heed, I vnderstande,Is the chefe seruyce in this lande;Loke, where euer it be fande,Seruite cum cantico.Be gladde lordes, bothe more and lasse,For this hath ordeyned our stewarde,To chere you all this Christmasse,The bores heed with mustarde.

TTHE bore’s heed in hand bring I,With garlans gay and rosemary,I pray you all synge merelyQui estis in convivio.

THE bore’s heed in hand bring I,

With garlans gay and rosemary,

I pray you all synge merely

Qui estis in convivio.

The bore’s heed, I vnderstande,Is the chefe seruyce in this lande;Loke, where euer it be fande,Seruite cum cantico.

The bore’s heed, I vnderstande,

Is the chefe seruyce in this lande;

Loke, where euer it be fande,

Seruite cum cantico.

Be gladde lordes, bothe more and lasse,For this hath ordeyned our stewarde,To chere you all this Christmasse,The bores heed with mustarde.

Be gladde lordes, bothe more and lasse,

For this hath ordeyned our stewarde,

To chere you all this Christmasse,

The bores heed with mustarde.

BBE we mery in this feste,In quo saluator natus est.In Betheleem, that noble place,As by prophesy sayd it was,Of the vyrgyn Mary, full of grace,Saluator mundi natus est.Be we mery, &c.On Chrystmas nyght, an angel it toldeTo the shephardes, kepyng theyr folde,That into Betheleem with bestes wolde,Saluator mundi natus est.Be we mery, &c.The shephardes were copassed ryght,About them was a great lyght,Drede ye nought, sayd the angell bryght,Saluator mundi natus est.Be we mery, &c.Beholde to you we brynge great ioy,For why, Jesus is borne this day(To vs) of Mary, that mylde may,Saluator mundi natus est.Be mery, &c.And thus in fayth fynde it ye shall,Lyenge porely in an oxe stall.The shephardes than lauded God all,Quia Saluator mundi natus est.Be mery, &c.

BBE we mery in this feste,In quo saluator natus est.

BE we mery in this feste,

In quo saluator natus est.

In Betheleem, that noble place,As by prophesy sayd it was,Of the vyrgyn Mary, full of grace,Saluator mundi natus est.Be we mery, &c.

In Betheleem, that noble place,

As by prophesy sayd it was,

Of the vyrgyn Mary, full of grace,

Saluator mundi natus est.

Be we mery, &c.

On Chrystmas nyght, an angel it toldeTo the shephardes, kepyng theyr folde,That into Betheleem with bestes wolde,Saluator mundi natus est.Be we mery, &c.

On Chrystmas nyght, an angel it tolde

To the shephardes, kepyng theyr folde,

That into Betheleem with bestes wolde,

Saluator mundi natus est.

Be we mery, &c.

The shephardes were copassed ryght,About them was a great lyght,Drede ye nought, sayd the angell bryght,Saluator mundi natus est.Be we mery, &c.

The shephardes were copassed ryght,

About them was a great lyght,

Drede ye nought, sayd the angell bryght,

Saluator mundi natus est.

Be we mery, &c.

Beholde to you we brynge great ioy,For why, Jesus is borne this day(To vs) of Mary, that mylde may,Saluator mundi natus est.Be mery, &c.

Beholde to you we brynge great ioy,

For why, Jesus is borne this day

(To vs) of Mary, that mylde may,

Saluator mundi natus est.

Be mery, &c.

And thus in fayth fynde it ye shall,Lyenge porely in an oxe stall.The shephardes than lauded God all,Quia Saluator mundi natus est.Be mery, &c.

And thus in fayth fynde it ye shall,

Lyenge porely in an oxe stall.

The shephardes than lauded God all,

Quia Saluator mundi natus est.

Be mery, &c.

Sung to the Tune of “Essex Last Good Night.”

AALL you that in this house be here,Remember Christ that for us dy’d,And spend away with modest cheere,In loving sort this Christmas tide.And whereas plenty God hath sent,Give frankly to your friends in love:The bounteous mind is freely bent,And never will a niggard prove.Our table spread within the hall,I know a banquet is at hand,And friendly sort to welcome allThat wil unto their tacklings stand.The maids are bonny girles I see,Who have provided much good cheer,Which at my dame’s commandment beTo set it on the table here.For I have here two knives in store,To lend to him that wanteth one;Commend my wits, good lads, therefore,That comes now hither having none.For if I schuld, no Christmas pyeWould fall, I doubt, unto my share;Wherefore I will my manhood try,To fight a battle if I dare.For pastry-crust, like castle walls,Stands braving me unto my face;I am not well until it falls,And I made captain of the place.The prunes so lovely look on me,I cannot chuse but venture on:The pye-meat spiced brave I see,The which I must not let alone.Then, butler, fill me forth some beer,My song hath made me somewhat dry:And so again to this good cheer,I’le quickly fall couragiously.And for my master I will pray,With all that of his household are,Both old and young, that long we mayOf God’s good blessings have a share.

AALL you that in this house be here,Remember Christ that for us dy’d,And spend away with modest cheere,In loving sort this Christmas tide.

ALL you that in this house be here,

Remember Christ that for us dy’d,

And spend away with modest cheere,

In loving sort this Christmas tide.

And whereas plenty God hath sent,Give frankly to your friends in love:The bounteous mind is freely bent,And never will a niggard prove.

And whereas plenty God hath sent,

Give frankly to your friends in love:

The bounteous mind is freely bent,

And never will a niggard prove.

Our table spread within the hall,I know a banquet is at hand,And friendly sort to welcome allThat wil unto their tacklings stand.

Our table spread within the hall,

I know a banquet is at hand,

And friendly sort to welcome all

That wil unto their tacklings stand.

The maids are bonny girles I see,Who have provided much good cheer,Which at my dame’s commandment beTo set it on the table here.

The maids are bonny girles I see,

Who have provided much good cheer,

Which at my dame’s commandment be

To set it on the table here.

For I have here two knives in store,To lend to him that wanteth one;Commend my wits, good lads, therefore,That comes now hither having none.

For I have here two knives in store,

To lend to him that wanteth one;

Commend my wits, good lads, therefore,

That comes now hither having none.

For if I schuld, no Christmas pyeWould fall, I doubt, unto my share;Wherefore I will my manhood try,To fight a battle if I dare.

For if I schuld, no Christmas pye

Would fall, I doubt, unto my share;

Wherefore I will my manhood try,

To fight a battle if I dare.

For pastry-crust, like castle walls,Stands braving me unto my face;I am not well until it falls,And I made captain of the place.

For pastry-crust, like castle walls,

Stands braving me unto my face;

I am not well until it falls,

And I made captain of the place.

The prunes so lovely look on me,I cannot chuse but venture on:The pye-meat spiced brave I see,The which I must not let alone.

The prunes so lovely look on me,

I cannot chuse but venture on:

The pye-meat spiced brave I see,

The which I must not let alone.

Then, butler, fill me forth some beer,My song hath made me somewhat dry:And so again to this good cheer,I’le quickly fall couragiously.

Then, butler, fill me forth some beer,

My song hath made me somewhat dry:

And so again to this good cheer,

I’le quickly fall couragiously.

And for my master I will pray,With all that of his household are,Both old and young, that long we mayOf God’s good blessings have a share.

And for my master I will pray,

With all that of his household are,

Both old and young, that long we may

Of God’s good blessings have a share.

RREMEMBER, O thou man, O thou man!Remember, O thou man!Thy time is spent;Remember, O thou man, how thou art dead and gone,And I did what I can, therefore repent;Remember Adam’s fall,O thou man, O thou man!Remember Adam’s fall,From heaven to hell;Remember Adam’s fall,How we were condemned all,In hell perpetuallTherefor to dwell.Remember God’s goodnesse,O thou man, man, O thou man!Remember God’s goodnesse,And his promise made,Remember God’s goodnesse,How he sent his sonne doutlesse,Our sinnes for to redresse,Be not affraid.The angels all did sing,O thou man, O thou man!The angels all did sing,Vpon the shepheardes hill.The angels all did singe,Praises to our heauenly King,And peace to man liuing,With a good will.The shepheards amazed was,O thou man, O thou man!The shepheards amazed was,To heare the angels sing;The shepheards amazed was,How it should come to passe,That Christ, our Messias,Should be our King.To Bethlem did they goe,O thou man, O thou man!To Bethlem did they go,The shepheards three;To Bethlem did they goe,To see where it were so or no.Whether Christ were borne or no,To set man free.As the angels before did say,O thou man, O thou man!As the angels before did say,So it came to passe;As the angels before did say,The found a babe where it lay.In a manger wrapt in hay,So poor he was.In Bethlem he was borne,O thou man, O thou man!In Bethlem he was borne,For mankind sake;In Bethlem he was borne,For vs that were forlorne,And therefore tooke no scorne,Our flesh to take.Giue thanks to God always,O thou man, O thou man!Giue thanks to God always,With heart most ioyfully;Giue thankes to God always,For this our happy day:Let all men sing and say,Holy, holy.

REMEMBER, O thou man, O thou man!

Remember, O thou man!

Thy time is spent;

Remember, O thou man, how thou art dead and gone,

And I did what I can, therefore repent;

Remember Adam’s fall,

O thou man, O thou man!

Remember Adam’s fall,From heaven to hell;Remember Adam’s fall,How we were condemned all,In hell perpetuallTherefor to dwell.Remember God’s goodnesse,O thou man, man, O thou man!

Remember Adam’s fall,

From heaven to hell;

Remember Adam’s fall,

How we were condemned all,

In hell perpetuall

Therefor to dwell.

Remember God’s goodnesse,

O thou man, man, O thou man!

Remember God’s goodnesse,And his promise made,Remember God’s goodnesse,How he sent his sonne doutlesse,Our sinnes for to redresse,Be not affraid.

Remember God’s goodnesse,

And his promise made,

Remember God’s goodnesse,

How he sent his sonne doutlesse,

Our sinnes for to redresse,

Be not affraid.

The angels all did sing,O thou man, O thou man!The angels all did sing,Vpon the shepheardes hill.The angels all did singe,Praises to our heauenly King,And peace to man liuing,With a good will.

The angels all did sing,

O thou man, O thou man!

The angels all did sing,

Vpon the shepheardes hill.

The angels all did singe,

Praises to our heauenly King,

And peace to man liuing,

With a good will.

The shepheards amazed was,O thou man, O thou man!The shepheards amazed was,To heare the angels sing;The shepheards amazed was,How it should come to passe,That Christ, our Messias,Should be our King.

The shepheards amazed was,

O thou man, O thou man!

The shepheards amazed was,

To heare the angels sing;

The shepheards amazed was,

How it should come to passe,

That Christ, our Messias,

Should be our King.

To Bethlem did they goe,O thou man, O thou man!To Bethlem did they go,The shepheards three;To Bethlem did they goe,To see where it were so or no.Whether Christ were borne or no,To set man free.

To Bethlem did they goe,

O thou man, O thou man!

To Bethlem did they go,

The shepheards three;

To Bethlem did they goe,

To see where it were so or no.

Whether Christ were borne or no,

To set man free.

As the angels before did say,O thou man, O thou man!As the angels before did say,So it came to passe;As the angels before did say,The found a babe where it lay.In a manger wrapt in hay,So poor he was.

As the angels before did say,

O thou man, O thou man!

As the angels before did say,

So it came to passe;

As the angels before did say,

The found a babe where it lay.

In a manger wrapt in hay,

So poor he was.

In Bethlem he was borne,O thou man, O thou man!In Bethlem he was borne,For mankind sake;In Bethlem he was borne,For vs that were forlorne,And therefore tooke no scorne,Our flesh to take.

In Bethlem he was borne,

O thou man, O thou man!

In Bethlem he was borne,

For mankind sake;

In Bethlem he was borne,

For vs that were forlorne,

And therefore tooke no scorne,

Our flesh to take.

Giue thanks to God always,O thou man, O thou man!Giue thanks to God always,With heart most ioyfully;Giue thankes to God always,For this our happy day:Let all men sing and say,Holy, holy.

Giue thanks to God always,

O thou man, O thou man!

Giue thanks to God always,

With heart most ioyfully;

Giue thankes to God always,

For this our happy day:

Let all men sing and say,

Holy, holy.

JJESUS Christ of Nazareth,He is born of a maiden pure,Wherein God is blessed.All the angels of the kingdom of Heaven,And all the shepherds of earthThey sung, they had great joy.When Herod became awareThat a little child was born,Then had he in his heart great spite.He had search made here and there,For young children of two years,All of which he deprived of life.When our Lady heard this,And that Herod was thus massacring infants,She felt in her heart great grief.She spoke to Joseph without delay;Get you ready, we must away,We should be gone, ’tis more than time.All the angels of the kingdom of Heaven,And all the clergy of the earth,They all delighted were and glad!Jesus Christ of Nazareth,He is born of a maiden pure,Wherein God is blessed.

JJESUS Christ of Nazareth,He is born of a maiden pure,Wherein God is blessed.

JESUS Christ of Nazareth,

He is born of a maiden pure,

Wherein God is blessed.

All the angels of the kingdom of Heaven,And all the shepherds of earthThey sung, they had great joy.

All the angels of the kingdom of Heaven,

And all the shepherds of earth

They sung, they had great joy.

When Herod became awareThat a little child was born,Then had he in his heart great spite.

When Herod became aware

That a little child was born,

Then had he in his heart great spite.

He had search made here and there,For young children of two years,All of which he deprived of life.

He had search made here and there,

For young children of two years,

All of which he deprived of life.

When our Lady heard this,And that Herod was thus massacring infants,She felt in her heart great grief.

When our Lady heard this,

And that Herod was thus massacring infants,

She felt in her heart great grief.

She spoke to Joseph without delay;Get you ready, we must away,We should be gone, ’tis more than time.

She spoke to Joseph without delay;

Get you ready, we must away,

We should be gone, ’tis more than time.

All the angels of the kingdom of Heaven,And all the clergy of the earth,They all delighted were and glad!

All the angels of the kingdom of Heaven,

And all the clergy of the earth,

They all delighted were and glad!

Jesus Christ of Nazareth,He is born of a maiden pure,Wherein God is blessed.

Jesus Christ of Nazareth,

He is born of a maiden pure,

Wherein God is blessed.

IIN those twelve days, and in those twelve days, let us be glad,For God of his power hath all things made.

IN those twelve days, and in those twelve days, let us be glad,

For God of his power hath all things made.

What is that which is but one?We have but one God alone,In Heaven above sits on his throne.What are they which are but two?Two Testaments, as we are told,The one is New and the other Old.And in those, &c.What are they that are but three?Three persons in the Trinity,To Father, Son, and Ghost Holy.And in those, &c.What are they that are but four?Four Gospels written true,John, Luke, Mark, and Matthew.And in those, &c.What are they that are but five?Five senses we have to tell,God grant us grace to use them well.And in those, &c.What are they that are but six?Six ages this world shall last,Five of them are gone and past.And in those, &c.What are they that are but seven?Seven days in the week have we,Six to work and the seventh holy.And in those, &c.What are they that are but eight?Eight beatitudes are given,Use them well and go to Heaven.And in those, &c.What are they that are but nine?Nine degrees of angels high,Which praise God continually.And in those, &c.What are they that are but ten?Ten commandments God hath given,Keep them right and go to Heaven.And in those, &c.What are they that are but eleven?Eleven thousand virgins did partake,And suffered death for Jesus’ sake.And in those, &c.What are they that are but twelve?Twelve apostles Christ did chuse,To preach the Gospel to the Jews.And in those, &c.

What is that which is but one?We have but one God alone,In Heaven above sits on his throne.

What is that which is but one?

We have but one God alone,

In Heaven above sits on his throne.

What are they which are but two?Two Testaments, as we are told,The one is New and the other Old.And in those, &c.

What are they which are but two?

Two Testaments, as we are told,

The one is New and the other Old.

And in those, &c.

What are they that are but three?Three persons in the Trinity,To Father, Son, and Ghost Holy.And in those, &c.

What are they that are but three?

Three persons in the Trinity,

To Father, Son, and Ghost Holy.

And in those, &c.

What are they that are but four?Four Gospels written true,John, Luke, Mark, and Matthew.And in those, &c.

What are they that are but four?

Four Gospels written true,

John, Luke, Mark, and Matthew.

And in those, &c.

What are they that are but five?Five senses we have to tell,God grant us grace to use them well.And in those, &c.

What are they that are but five?

Five senses we have to tell,

God grant us grace to use them well.

And in those, &c.

What are they that are but six?Six ages this world shall last,Five of them are gone and past.And in those, &c.

What are they that are but six?

Six ages this world shall last,

Five of them are gone and past.

And in those, &c.

What are they that are but seven?Seven days in the week have we,Six to work and the seventh holy.And in those, &c.

What are they that are but seven?

Seven days in the week have we,

Six to work and the seventh holy.

And in those, &c.

What are they that are but eight?Eight beatitudes are given,Use them well and go to Heaven.And in those, &c.

What are they that are but eight?

Eight beatitudes are given,

Use them well and go to Heaven.

And in those, &c.

What are they that are but nine?Nine degrees of angels high,Which praise God continually.And in those, &c.

What are they that are but nine?

Nine degrees of angels high,

Which praise God continually.

And in those, &c.

What are they that are but ten?Ten commandments God hath given,Keep them right and go to Heaven.And in those, &c.

What are they that are but ten?

Ten commandments God hath given,

Keep them right and go to Heaven.

And in those, &c.

What are they that are but eleven?Eleven thousand virgins did partake,And suffered death for Jesus’ sake.And in those, &c.

What are they that are but eleven?

Eleven thousand virgins did partake,

And suffered death for Jesus’ sake.

And in those, &c.

What are they that are but twelve?Twelve apostles Christ did chuse,To preach the Gospel to the Jews.And in those, &c.

What are they that are but twelve?

Twelve apostles Christ did chuse,

To preach the Gospel to the Jews.

And in those, &c.

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