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TTO-MORROW shall be my dancing day,I would my true love did so chanceTo see the legend of my play,To call my true love to my dance.Sing, oh! my love, oh! my love, my love, my love;This have I done for my true love.Then was I born of a virgin pure,Of her I took fleshly substance;Thus was I knit to man’s nature,To call my true love to my dance.Sing, oh! &c.In a manger laid and wrapp’d I was,So very poor, this was my chance,Betwixt an ox and a silly poor ass,To call my true love to my dance.Sing, oh! &c.Then afterwards baptized I was,The Holy Ghost on me did glance,My Father’s voice heard from above,To call my true love to my dance.Sing, oh! &c.Into the desert I was led,Where I fasted without substance;The Devil bade me make stones my bread,To have me break my true love’s dance.Sing, oh! &c.The Jews on me they made great suit,And with me made great variance,Because they lov’d darkness rather than light,To call my true love to my dance.Sing, oh! &c.For thirty pence Judas me sold,His covetousness for to advance;Mark whom I kiss, the same do hold,The same is he shall lead the dance.Sing, oh! &c.Before Pilate the Jews me brought,Where Barabbas had deliverance,They scourg’d me and set me at nought,Judged me to die to lead the dance.Sing, oh! &c.Then on the cross hanged I was,Where a spear to my heart did glance,There issued forth both water and blood,To call my true love to my dance.Sing, oh! &c.Then down to hell I took my wayFor my true love’s deliverance,And rose again on the third day,Up to my true love and the dance.Sing, oh! &c.Then up to Heaven I did ascend.Where now I dwell in sure substance,On the right hand of God, that manMay come unto the general dance.Sing, oh! &c.XXX.NNOW when Joseph and MaryWere to Bethlehem bound,They with travelling were weary,Yet no lodging they foundIn the city of David,Tho’ they sought o’er all;They, alas! could not have it,But in an oxes stall.The place was no braverBut as mean as might be,Our Redeemer and Saviour,The great King of Glory,Then the sweet Babe of HeavenWas born there we find,Whose sweet life was once givenFor the sins of mankind.Whilst the shepherds were feedingOf their flocks in the fields,The birth of our SaviourUnto them was revealed;Many angels assembling,In their glory appeared,Whilst the shepherds were trembling,Being smitten with fear.O forbear to be fearful,We have reason to sing;Then rejoice and be chearful,We glad tidings do bring:There is born in the cityOf David, therefore,Such a Saviour of pity,Whom we all do adore.He’s the Prince of Salvation,Then be not afraid,And with this salutationTo the shepherds they said,Be no longer a stranger,For in mean swadling clothesHe is laid in a manger;Then the shepherds arose.Being resolved togetherThey to Bethlehem go,And when they came thitherThey found it was so;They with duty adore him,Coming where he was laid—Strait they fell down before him,This obedience they made.Nay, the wise men, whose prudenceHad discovered the star,Came to pay their obedienceWhen they travell’d from far;Bringing with them the choicestThat their land did afford,Of gold, myrrh, and spices,To present to the Lord.Their example engagesEvery Christian to be,Ever since in all ages,Both noble and free;Then rejoice and be merry,In a moderate way,Never, never be weary,To honour this day.Which afforded a blessingTo the race of mankind,Far beyond all expressingTherefore let us mind;Whilst on earth he was dwelling,He was still doing good,Nay, his love more excelling,For he shed his own blood.To redeem us and save usFrom the guilt of our sins,For His love he would have usA new life to begin;Then remember the season,Be you kind to the poor,It’s no more than is reason,We have blessings in store.XXXI.TTHIS new Christmas carol, let us cheerfully sing,To the honor and glory of our Heavenly King;Who was born of a virgin, blessed Mary by name,For poor sinners’ redemption, to the world here He came.The mighty Jehovah, by the prophets foretold,That the sweet Babe of Heaven mortal eyes should behold;Both King, Prince, and Prophet, nay, our Saviour beside,Let His name through all ages be ever glorified.Now, when Joseph and Mary was espoused, we find,Having seen her condition, he was grieved in mind;Aye, and thought to dismiss her, whom he loved so dear,But an angel from Heaven did her innocence clear.He declared in a vision, that a Son she should have,By the Father appointed, fallen mortals to save;And the same should be called blessed Jesus by name,From the high court of Heaven this Ambassador came.Then the righteous man, Joseph, believed the news,And the sweet Virgin Mary he did no wise refuse;Thus the blest amongst women, did bear and bring forthA sweet Prince of Salvation, both in Heaven and Earth.When the days of her travail did begin to draw nigh,Righteous Joseph and Mary went immediatelyTo the city of David, to be taxed indeed,E’en as Cæsar Augustus had firmly decreed.Being come to the city, entertainment they crave,But the inns were so filled they no lodging could have,For the birth of our Saviour, though he was Prince of all,He could have there no place but a poor oxes stall.Now the proud may come hither, and perfectly see,The most excellent pattern of humility;For, instead of a cradle, deckt with ornaments gay,Here, the great King of Glory, in a manger He lay.As the shepherds were feeding their flocks in the field,The sweet birth of our Saviour unto them was revealed,By blest angels of glory, who those tidings did bring,And directed the shepherds to their heavenly King.When the wise men discover’d the bright heavenly star,Then with gold and rich spices, straight they came from afar,In obedience to worship with a heavenly mind,Knowing that He was born for the good of mankind.Let us learn of those sages, who were wise, to obey;Nay, we find through all ages they have honoured this day,Ever since our Redeemer’s bless’d nativity,Who was born of a virgin to set sinners free.XXXII.WWHEN Cæsar did the sceptre sway,Of Roman state God’s word did say,That all the world should out of hand,Be taxed by his great command.Noel, noel, we may rejoiceTo hear the angel Gabriel’s voice—Noel, noel.In David’s city, in Bethlehem,Great store of people thither came,According to the king’s decree,In Jury land taxed to be.Noel, noel, &c.Then Joseph with his virgin bright,Came with the rest at that same tide,And their substance being but small,Could get in the inn no lodging at all.Noel, noel, &c.At length a stable room they had,In which the virgin was full glad;And in that stable so forlornThe world’s Redeemer there was born.Noel, &c.No palace nor a costly innWas found to put our Saviour in;No costly robes of silver and gold,To wrap Him in as reason would.Noel, &c.No music nor sweet melody,But glorious angels from on high,Declare to shepherds where they lay,That Jesus Christ was born this day.Noel, &c.Thus Jesus Christ, in humble wise,Appeared thus to human eyes;Then may we all both more and lessCast off the bands of wickedness.Noel, &c.Let variance, strife, and all debate,’Twixt neighbours now be out of date,That peace may spread throughout earth then,There shall be good will with men.Noel, &c.Rejoice, rejoice, in sober wise,And praise the Lord who rules the skies,Who for our sakes thought it no scornTo give command now Christ is born.Noel, &c.XXXIII.SSAINT Stephen was an holy man,Endued with heavenly might,And many wonders he did workBefore the people’s sight.And by the blessed Spirit of God,Which did his heart inflame,He spared not in every placeTo preach Christ Jesus’ name.O man, do never faint nor fear,When God the truth shall try,But mark how Stephen for Christ’s sakeWas willing for to die.Which doctrine seem’d most wond’rous strangeAmong the faithless Jews,And for the same despitefullyGood Stephen they accused.Before the elders was he broughtHis answer for to make,But they could not his spirit withstand,Whereby this man did speak.O man, &c.And then false witness did appear,And looked him in the face,And said he spake blasphemous wordsAgainst that holy place;And how he said that Jesus ChristThe temple would destroy,And change the laws which they so longFrom Moses did enjoy.O man, &c.Whilst this was told, the multitudeBeholding him aright,His comely face began to shineMost like an angel bright.The high priest then to them did say,And bid them tell at large,If this was true, which at that timeThey laid unto his charge.O man, &c.Then Stephen did put forth his voice,And he did first unfoldThe wond’rous works that God hath wrought,Even from their fathers old;That they thereby might plain perceiveChrist Jesus should be he,That from the burthen of the lawShould save us frank and free.O man, &c.But, oh! quoth he, you wicked men,Which of the prophets allDid not your fathers persecuteAnd keep in woeful thrall;Who told the coming of the justIn prophecies most plain;Who here amongst you was betray’dAnd most unjustly slain?O man, &c.But when they heard him so to say,Their hearts in sunder clave,And gnashing on him with their teeth,Like mad men they did rave;And with a shout most loud and shrill,Upon him they all ran,And then without the city gatesThey ston’d this holy man.O man, &c.Then he most meekly on his knees,To God did pray at large,Desiring that He would not layThis sin unto their charge;Then yielding up his soul to God,Who had it dearly bought,He lost his life, whose body thenTo grave was seemly brought.O man, &c.XXXIV.HHARK! the herald Angels sing,Glory to the new-born King;Peace on earth, and mercy mild,God and sinner reconcil’d.Hark! the herald angels sing,Glory to the new-born King.Joyfull all ye nations rise,Join the triumph of the skies,With the angelic host proclaim,Christ is born in Bethlehem.Hark! the herald, &c.Christ by highest Heaven ador’d,Christ the everlasting Lord!Late in time behold Him come,Offspring of a virgin’s womb.Hark! the herald, &c.Hail the heaven-born Prince of Peace!Hail the Sun of Righteousness!Light and life to all He brings,Risen with healing on His wings.Hark! the herald, &c.Mild he lays his glory by,Born that man no more may die,Born to raise the sons of earth,Born to give them second birth.Hark! the herald, &c.XXXV.Su l’ar “Ma Mere Mariez-moi.”GGUILLÔ, pran ton tamborin;Toi, pran tai fleùte, Robin.Au son de cés instruman,Turelurelu, patapatapan;Au son de cés instrumanJe diron Noei gaiman.C’ étó lai môde autrefoiDe loüé le Roi dé Roi,Au son de cés instruman,Turelurelu, patapatapan;Au son de cés instruman,Ai nos an fan faire autan.Ce jor le Diale at ai cu,Randons an graice ai Jésu,Au son de cés instruman,Turelurelu, patapatapan,Au son de cés instruman,Fezon lai nique ai Satan.L’homme & Dei son pu d’aicorQue lai fleùte & le tambor.Au son de cés instruman,Turelurelu, patapatapan,Au son de cés instruman,Chanton, danson, sautons-an.XXXVI.Per le jour des Reys.Un Pastou ben de Hiérusalém & dits a sons Coumpaignons.DDE noubélos Efans, en benen de la biloE’ bist passá, tres Reys d’uno faysso gentilo,E’ demandon per tout l’hostalet benazitQue le Rey d’Israel per palays a cauzit.Qualqu’un a decelat que porton per estrenos,Tres Brustietos d’Encens, d’Or, é de Myrro plenosQue li ban humblomen ufri, digomendiu,Que confesson deja qu’el es Rey, home, Diu.Elis parlon sampa de l’Efantet aymableQue nous aus l’autre jour troubeguen à l’estable,A qui Peyret dounéc un Aignelet pla fayt,E’ jou sense reprochi, un picharrou de layt.Posco dounc oüey metis uno ta bélo troupoHurousomen trouba le bél efan de poupo,Mentre que de nous aus quadun le pregaraDe nous salba l’esprit quand le cos mourira.XXXVII.TTRES Rei de l’OrianSon conduit per un AstreVer lou nouvel Enfan,Qu’an adoura lei PastreVenouen sensenCreigne auū desastre,L’Astre avancenS’arreste en Bethlehem.S’isten, vount ’ei l’Enfan,Fixa l’astre admirable,Intron dessu lou chan,Trouvon Jesus aimable.Descouvron qu’eiLou sul Dieou veritable,Qu’es homme, & rei;Chacun lou recounei.A ginoux, à sei péEntoura de sei pagéEm’un profond respé,Liaguen fa seis houmageLisfron perlorAquelei pious mageDe sei tresorL’encen, la mirrhe, & l’or.Fasen nostei presenA Jesus, qui nous amou,Oufren li nostei ben,Nostei cor, nosteis amou.Enfan tan doux,Vost’amour nous enflamou,Nou charma tous;Voulen ama que vous.XXXVIII.Sur un chant joyeux.QQUAND Dieu naquit á NoëlDedans la Judeé,On vit ce jour solemnelLa joie inondée;Se n’etoit ni petit ni grandQui n’apportât son presént,Et n’o, n’o, n’o, n’o,Et n’offrit, frit, frit,Et n’o, n’o, & n’offrit,Et n’offrit sans cesse Toute sa richesse.L’un apportoit un agneauAvec un grand zele,L’autre un peu de lait nouveauDedans une écuelle;Tel, sous ses pauvres habits,Cachoit un peu de pain bis,Pour la, la, la, la,Pour la, sain, sain, sain,Pour la, la, pour la sain,Pour la Ste Vierge et Joseph Concierge.Ce bon Père putatifDe Jesus mon Maitre,Que le pasteur plus chétifDesiroit connaitre,D’un air obligeant & doux,Recevoit les dons, de tous,Sans cé, cé, cé, cé,Sans céré, ré, ré,Sans cé, cé, sans céré,Sans cérémoniè, Pour le fruit de vie.Il ne fut pas jusqu’ aux RoisDu rivage Maure,Qui joint au nombre de trois,Ne vinssent encore;Ces bons Princes d’Orient.Offrirent en le priant,L’en, l’en, l’en, l’en, l’en,Cens, cens, cens, cens, cens,L’en, l’en, l’en, cens, cens, cens,L’encens & la myrrhe et l’or qu’on admire.Quoiqu’il n’en eût pas besoin,Jesus notre Maitre,Il en prit avecque soinPour faire connoitreQu’il avoit les qualitésPar ces dons représentés,D’un vrai, vrai, vrai, vrai,D’un Roi, Roi, Roi, Roi,D’un vrai, vrai, d’un Roi, Roi,D’un vrai, Roi de Gloire en qui l’on doit croire.Plaise à ce divin EnfantNous faire la grâce,Dans son sejour triomphantD’avoir une place:Si nous y sommes jamais,Nous goûterons une paixDe lon, lon, lon, lon,De gue, gue, gue, gue,De lon, lon, de gue, gue,De longue durée dans cet empireé.XXXIX.Sur l’air “Ver lou Pourtaou San-Laze.”LLON de la gran carriere,Ver lou Pourtaou-Limber,Ay vis pareisse en l’airUn Ange de lumiere,Cridavou de per-tout,Bergié, reveillas-vous.Ere su ma mounture,D’abord sieou descendu,Et m’a dit, beou Moussu,Ay, la belle aventure,Es na lou Fis de Dieou,Toun Mestre amay lou mieou.Foou quitta ta famille,Vay-t’en en Bethelem,Trouvaras l’InoucenA cent pas de la ville,Portou-ye quaouquouren,Es lougea paouramen.Ay poursui moun vouyage,Ay vis veni de gen,Qu’eroun touteis ensen,Em’un grand equipage,Erou trés gran Seignour,Eme toutou sa cour.Chascun avié sei Page,Eme sei Gardou cor,Me sieou pensa d’abor,Qu’éroun leis trés Rei Mage,Que venien adouraLou gran Rei nouveou na.Me sieou més à n’un cayre,Per lei leissa passa,Et puis ay demandaA seis homes d’affayre,Si van en BethelemVeire lou Dieou neissen.Yá un d’aquelei GardeQue má brutalisa,Su lou cham m’a dounaUn bon co d’halabarde:Si m’espouffesse pa,Me venié may piqua.Yeou ay suivi la foulou,Sen me descouragea,La doulour m’a passa,Ou bout d’une miéchourou,Sieou ana eme lou trinJusquo ver lou Douphin.Avien de dromadairou,Quantita de charrios,Et de cameou fort gros,La suite érou fort bellou,Jamay yeou n’ay ren viEme tant de plesi.Un astre lei guidave,Plus brillan qu’un souleou,Jamay ren de tant beou,Tout lou mounde badave:Lou tem m’a ren dura,Tant ére esmerveilla.Aprés dex jour de marche,L’astre s’es arrestaSur un lio tout trouca,Ben plus precioux que l’Arche,Aqui lou Tout-puissanParci coum’un enfan.XL.Sur l’ayre, “Quand je me leve le matin.”LL’AN mil siés cens quaranto cinc,Repassen per nostro memorio,Coussi Jousép en paure trincAcoumpaignée le Réy de Glorio,Quand demourabo dins les rénsDe Mario la piucélo préns.Jousép é Mario maridatsEn Béthléhen sén ban amaço,Nou soun pas fort amounedats.Més bé soun de Rouyalo raço,E l’efan és Rey dins les réns,De Mario la piucélo préns.Sense gran argen al paquétN’an pas un trinc de grand parado,Non menoun que le bourriquétDambé le bioou soun camarado,Diu mentretan és dins les réns,De Mario la piucélo préns.Aprép un penible camiSant Jousép é la santo méro,Que nou saben pas oun dourmi,Ban beilha dins uno feignéro,Oun l’efan que Diu sort des rénsNou laysso plus sa méro préns.Aqui la paillo lour fa liéytSense cousseno ni courtino,Oun las estelos de la néytBezen ajayre lour Regino,E’ naysse l’efan de sous rénsPiucélo toutjour é nou préns.XLI.JJ’ANTAN po no ruë,Passai lé menétrei,Acouté come ai juë.Su los hauboi dé noei;No devan le feùPo le meù,Chantons an jeusqu’ai méneù.An Deçanbre on trezeule,Dé noei tô lé jor;Dé chantre fot-an-gueule,An antone é carrefor;No devan le feù, &c.Lé borgei dan lai graingeVoù grulló le Pòpon,Chantire ai sai loüaingeDé noei de tô lé ton;No devan le feù, &c.Lé bone jan disireDe noei bé dévo,Ma quant ai lé chantire,Ai n’aivein pa lé pié chau;No devan le feù, &c.Dans lo froide chambrôte,Lé none an ce sain moi,Faute d’autre émusôte,Chante noei queique foi;No devan, &c.Lé prôve laivandeire,Au son de lo rullô,An chante ai lai riveire,Lai téte au van, lé pié mô!No devan, &c.Qui montre au feù sé cueùsseTrepille de chantai,Qui sòfle dan sé peùce,Nán di pa noei si gai’;No devan, &c.XLII.

TTO-MORROW shall be my dancing day,I would my true love did so chanceTo see the legend of my play,To call my true love to my dance.Sing, oh! my love, oh! my love, my love, my love;This have I done for my true love.Then was I born of a virgin pure,Of her I took fleshly substance;Thus was I knit to man’s nature,To call my true love to my dance.Sing, oh! &c.In a manger laid and wrapp’d I was,So very poor, this was my chance,Betwixt an ox and a silly poor ass,To call my true love to my dance.Sing, oh! &c.Then afterwards baptized I was,The Holy Ghost on me did glance,My Father’s voice heard from above,To call my true love to my dance.Sing, oh! &c.Into the desert I was led,Where I fasted without substance;The Devil bade me make stones my bread,To have me break my true love’s dance.Sing, oh! &c.The Jews on me they made great suit,And with me made great variance,Because they lov’d darkness rather than light,To call my true love to my dance.Sing, oh! &c.For thirty pence Judas me sold,His covetousness for to advance;Mark whom I kiss, the same do hold,The same is he shall lead the dance.Sing, oh! &c.Before Pilate the Jews me brought,Where Barabbas had deliverance,They scourg’d me and set me at nought,Judged me to die to lead the dance.Sing, oh! &c.Then on the cross hanged I was,Where a spear to my heart did glance,There issued forth both water and blood,To call my true love to my dance.Sing, oh! &c.Then down to hell I took my wayFor my true love’s deliverance,And rose again on the third day,Up to my true love and the dance.Sing, oh! &c.Then up to Heaven I did ascend.Where now I dwell in sure substance,On the right hand of God, that manMay come unto the general dance.Sing, oh! &c.

TTO-MORROW shall be my dancing day,I would my true love did so chanceTo see the legend of my play,To call my true love to my dance.Sing, oh! my love, oh! my love, my love, my love;This have I done for my true love.Then was I born of a virgin pure,Of her I took fleshly substance;Thus was I knit to man’s nature,To call my true love to my dance.Sing, oh! &c.In a manger laid and wrapp’d I was,So very poor, this was my chance,Betwixt an ox and a silly poor ass,To call my true love to my dance.Sing, oh! &c.Then afterwards baptized I was,The Holy Ghost on me did glance,My Father’s voice heard from above,To call my true love to my dance.Sing, oh! &c.Into the desert I was led,Where I fasted without substance;The Devil bade me make stones my bread,To have me break my true love’s dance.Sing, oh! &c.The Jews on me they made great suit,And with me made great variance,Because they lov’d darkness rather than light,To call my true love to my dance.Sing, oh! &c.For thirty pence Judas me sold,His covetousness for to advance;Mark whom I kiss, the same do hold,The same is he shall lead the dance.Sing, oh! &c.Before Pilate the Jews me brought,Where Barabbas had deliverance,They scourg’d me and set me at nought,Judged me to die to lead the dance.Sing, oh! &c.Then on the cross hanged I was,Where a spear to my heart did glance,There issued forth both water and blood,To call my true love to my dance.Sing, oh! &c.Then down to hell I took my wayFor my true love’s deliverance,And rose again on the third day,Up to my true love and the dance.Sing, oh! &c.Then up to Heaven I did ascend.Where now I dwell in sure substance,On the right hand of God, that manMay come unto the general dance.Sing, oh! &c.

TTO-MORROW shall be my dancing day,I would my true love did so chanceTo see the legend of my play,To call my true love to my dance.Sing, oh! my love, oh! my love, my love, my love;This have I done for my true love.

T

TO-MORROW shall be my dancing day,

TO-MORROW shall be my dancing day,

I would my true love did so chance

To see the legend of my play,

To call my true love to my dance.

Sing, oh! my love, oh! my love, my love, my love;

This have I done for my true love.

Then was I born of a virgin pure,Of her I took fleshly substance;Thus was I knit to man’s nature,To call my true love to my dance.Sing, oh! &c.

Then was I born of a virgin pure,

Of her I took fleshly substance;

Thus was I knit to man’s nature,

To call my true love to my dance.

Sing, oh! &c.

In a manger laid and wrapp’d I was,So very poor, this was my chance,Betwixt an ox and a silly poor ass,To call my true love to my dance.Sing, oh! &c.

In a manger laid and wrapp’d I was,

So very poor, this was my chance,

Betwixt an ox and a silly poor ass,

To call my true love to my dance.

Sing, oh! &c.

Then afterwards baptized I was,The Holy Ghost on me did glance,My Father’s voice heard from above,To call my true love to my dance.Sing, oh! &c.

Then afterwards baptized I was,

The Holy Ghost on me did glance,

My Father’s voice heard from above,

To call my true love to my dance.

Sing, oh! &c.

Into the desert I was led,Where I fasted without substance;The Devil bade me make stones my bread,To have me break my true love’s dance.Sing, oh! &c.

Into the desert I was led,

Where I fasted without substance;

The Devil bade me make stones my bread,

To have me break my true love’s dance.

Sing, oh! &c.

The Jews on me they made great suit,And with me made great variance,Because they lov’d darkness rather than light,To call my true love to my dance.Sing, oh! &c.

The Jews on me they made great suit,

And with me made great variance,

Because they lov’d darkness rather than light,

To call my true love to my dance.

Sing, oh! &c.

For thirty pence Judas me sold,His covetousness for to advance;Mark whom I kiss, the same do hold,The same is he shall lead the dance.Sing, oh! &c.

For thirty pence Judas me sold,

His covetousness for to advance;

Mark whom I kiss, the same do hold,

The same is he shall lead the dance.

Sing, oh! &c.

Before Pilate the Jews me brought,Where Barabbas had deliverance,They scourg’d me and set me at nought,Judged me to die to lead the dance.Sing, oh! &c.

Before Pilate the Jews me brought,

Where Barabbas had deliverance,

They scourg’d me and set me at nought,

Judged me to die to lead the dance.

Sing, oh! &c.

Then on the cross hanged I was,Where a spear to my heart did glance,There issued forth both water and blood,To call my true love to my dance.Sing, oh! &c.

Then on the cross hanged I was,

Where a spear to my heart did glance,

There issued forth both water and blood,

To call my true love to my dance.

Sing, oh! &c.

Then down to hell I took my wayFor my true love’s deliverance,And rose again on the third day,Up to my true love and the dance.Sing, oh! &c.

Then down to hell I took my way

For my true love’s deliverance,

And rose again on the third day,

Up to my true love and the dance.

Sing, oh! &c.

Then up to Heaven I did ascend.Where now I dwell in sure substance,On the right hand of God, that manMay come unto the general dance.Sing, oh! &c.

Then up to Heaven I did ascend.

Where now I dwell in sure substance,

On the right hand of God, that man

May come unto the general dance.

Sing, oh! &c.

NNOW when Joseph and MaryWere to Bethlehem bound,They with travelling were weary,Yet no lodging they foundIn the city of David,Tho’ they sought o’er all;They, alas! could not have it,But in an oxes stall.The place was no braverBut as mean as might be,Our Redeemer and Saviour,The great King of Glory,Then the sweet Babe of HeavenWas born there we find,Whose sweet life was once givenFor the sins of mankind.Whilst the shepherds were feedingOf their flocks in the fields,The birth of our SaviourUnto them was revealed;Many angels assembling,In their glory appeared,Whilst the shepherds were trembling,Being smitten with fear.O forbear to be fearful,We have reason to sing;Then rejoice and be chearful,We glad tidings do bring:There is born in the cityOf David, therefore,Such a Saviour of pity,Whom we all do adore.He’s the Prince of Salvation,Then be not afraid,And with this salutationTo the shepherds they said,Be no longer a stranger,For in mean swadling clothesHe is laid in a manger;Then the shepherds arose.Being resolved togetherThey to Bethlehem go,And when they came thitherThey found it was so;They with duty adore him,Coming where he was laid—Strait they fell down before him,This obedience they made.Nay, the wise men, whose prudenceHad discovered the star,Came to pay their obedienceWhen they travell’d from far;Bringing with them the choicestThat their land did afford,Of gold, myrrh, and spices,To present to the Lord.Their example engagesEvery Christian to be,Ever since in all ages,Both noble and free;Then rejoice and be merry,In a moderate way,Never, never be weary,To honour this day.Which afforded a blessingTo the race of mankind,Far beyond all expressingTherefore let us mind;Whilst on earth he was dwelling,He was still doing good,Nay, his love more excelling,For he shed his own blood.To redeem us and save usFrom the guilt of our sins,For His love he would have usA new life to begin;Then remember the season,Be you kind to the poor,It’s no more than is reason,We have blessings in store.

NNOW when Joseph and MaryWere to Bethlehem bound,They with travelling were weary,Yet no lodging they foundIn the city of David,Tho’ they sought o’er all;They, alas! could not have it,But in an oxes stall.The place was no braverBut as mean as might be,Our Redeemer and Saviour,The great King of Glory,Then the sweet Babe of HeavenWas born there we find,Whose sweet life was once givenFor the sins of mankind.Whilst the shepherds were feedingOf their flocks in the fields,The birth of our SaviourUnto them was revealed;Many angels assembling,In their glory appeared,Whilst the shepherds were trembling,Being smitten with fear.O forbear to be fearful,We have reason to sing;Then rejoice and be chearful,We glad tidings do bring:There is born in the cityOf David, therefore,Such a Saviour of pity,Whom we all do adore.He’s the Prince of Salvation,Then be not afraid,And with this salutationTo the shepherds they said,Be no longer a stranger,For in mean swadling clothesHe is laid in a manger;Then the shepherds arose.Being resolved togetherThey to Bethlehem go,And when they came thitherThey found it was so;They with duty adore him,Coming where he was laid—Strait they fell down before him,This obedience they made.Nay, the wise men, whose prudenceHad discovered the star,Came to pay their obedienceWhen they travell’d from far;Bringing with them the choicestThat their land did afford,Of gold, myrrh, and spices,To present to the Lord.Their example engagesEvery Christian to be,Ever since in all ages,Both noble and free;Then rejoice and be merry,In a moderate way,Never, never be weary,To honour this day.Which afforded a blessingTo the race of mankind,Far beyond all expressingTherefore let us mind;Whilst on earth he was dwelling,He was still doing good,Nay, his love more excelling,For he shed his own blood.To redeem us and save usFrom the guilt of our sins,For His love he would have usA new life to begin;Then remember the season,Be you kind to the poor,It’s no more than is reason,We have blessings in store.

NNOW when Joseph and MaryWere to Bethlehem bound,They with travelling were weary,Yet no lodging they foundIn the city of David,Tho’ they sought o’er all;They, alas! could not have it,But in an oxes stall.

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NOW when Joseph and Mary

NOW when Joseph and Mary

Were to Bethlehem bound,

They with travelling were weary,

Yet no lodging they found

In the city of David,

Tho’ they sought o’er all;

They, alas! could not have it,

But in an oxes stall.

The place was no braverBut as mean as might be,Our Redeemer and Saviour,The great King of Glory,Then the sweet Babe of HeavenWas born there we find,Whose sweet life was once givenFor the sins of mankind.

The place was no braver

But as mean as might be,

Our Redeemer and Saviour,

The great King of Glory,

Then the sweet Babe of Heaven

Was born there we find,

Whose sweet life was once given

For the sins of mankind.

Whilst the shepherds were feedingOf their flocks in the fields,The birth of our SaviourUnto them was revealed;Many angels assembling,In their glory appeared,Whilst the shepherds were trembling,Being smitten with fear.

Whilst the shepherds were feeding

Of their flocks in the fields,

The birth of our Saviour

Unto them was revealed;

Many angels assembling,

In their glory appeared,

Whilst the shepherds were trembling,

Being smitten with fear.

O forbear to be fearful,We have reason to sing;Then rejoice and be chearful,We glad tidings do bring:There is born in the cityOf David, therefore,Such a Saviour of pity,Whom we all do adore.

O forbear to be fearful,

We have reason to sing;

Then rejoice and be chearful,

We glad tidings do bring:

There is born in the city

Of David, therefore,

Such a Saviour of pity,

Whom we all do adore.

He’s the Prince of Salvation,Then be not afraid,And with this salutationTo the shepherds they said,Be no longer a stranger,For in mean swadling clothesHe is laid in a manger;Then the shepherds arose.

He’s the Prince of Salvation,

Then be not afraid,

And with this salutation

To the shepherds they said,

Be no longer a stranger,

For in mean swadling clothes

He is laid in a manger;

Then the shepherds arose.

Being resolved togetherThey to Bethlehem go,And when they came thitherThey found it was so;They with duty adore him,Coming where he was laid—Strait they fell down before him,This obedience they made.

Being resolved together

They to Bethlehem go,

And when they came thither

They found it was so;

They with duty adore him,

Coming where he was laid—

Strait they fell down before him,

This obedience they made.

Nay, the wise men, whose prudenceHad discovered the star,Came to pay their obedienceWhen they travell’d from far;Bringing with them the choicestThat their land did afford,Of gold, myrrh, and spices,To present to the Lord.

Nay, the wise men, whose prudence

Had discovered the star,

Came to pay their obedience

When they travell’d from far;

Bringing with them the choicest

That their land did afford,

Of gold, myrrh, and spices,

To present to the Lord.

Their example engagesEvery Christian to be,Ever since in all ages,Both noble and free;Then rejoice and be merry,In a moderate way,Never, never be weary,To honour this day.

Their example engages

Every Christian to be,

Ever since in all ages,

Both noble and free;

Then rejoice and be merry,

In a moderate way,

Never, never be weary,

To honour this day.

Which afforded a blessingTo the race of mankind,Far beyond all expressingTherefore let us mind;Whilst on earth he was dwelling,He was still doing good,Nay, his love more excelling,For he shed his own blood.

Which afforded a blessing

To the race of mankind,

Far beyond all expressing

Therefore let us mind;

Whilst on earth he was dwelling,

He was still doing good,

Nay, his love more excelling,

For he shed his own blood.

To redeem us and save usFrom the guilt of our sins,For His love he would have usA new life to begin;Then remember the season,Be you kind to the poor,It’s no more than is reason,We have blessings in store.

To redeem us and save us

From the guilt of our sins,

For His love he would have us

A new life to begin;

Then remember the season,

Be you kind to the poor,

It’s no more than is reason,

We have blessings in store.

TTHIS new Christmas carol, let us cheerfully sing,To the honor and glory of our Heavenly King;Who was born of a virgin, blessed Mary by name,For poor sinners’ redemption, to the world here He came.The mighty Jehovah, by the prophets foretold,That the sweet Babe of Heaven mortal eyes should behold;Both King, Prince, and Prophet, nay, our Saviour beside,Let His name through all ages be ever glorified.Now, when Joseph and Mary was espoused, we find,Having seen her condition, he was grieved in mind;Aye, and thought to dismiss her, whom he loved so dear,But an angel from Heaven did her innocence clear.He declared in a vision, that a Son she should have,By the Father appointed, fallen mortals to save;And the same should be called blessed Jesus by name,From the high court of Heaven this Ambassador came.Then the righteous man, Joseph, believed the news,And the sweet Virgin Mary he did no wise refuse;Thus the blest amongst women, did bear and bring forthA sweet Prince of Salvation, both in Heaven and Earth.When the days of her travail did begin to draw nigh,Righteous Joseph and Mary went immediatelyTo the city of David, to be taxed indeed,E’en as Cæsar Augustus had firmly decreed.Being come to the city, entertainment they crave,But the inns were so filled they no lodging could have,For the birth of our Saviour, though he was Prince of all,He could have there no place but a poor oxes stall.Now the proud may come hither, and perfectly see,The most excellent pattern of humility;For, instead of a cradle, deckt with ornaments gay,Here, the great King of Glory, in a manger He lay.As the shepherds were feeding their flocks in the field,The sweet birth of our Saviour unto them was revealed,By blest angels of glory, who those tidings did bring,And directed the shepherds to their heavenly King.When the wise men discover’d the bright heavenly star,Then with gold and rich spices, straight they came from afar,In obedience to worship with a heavenly mind,Knowing that He was born for the good of mankind.Let us learn of those sages, who were wise, to obey;Nay, we find through all ages they have honoured this day,Ever since our Redeemer’s bless’d nativity,Who was born of a virgin to set sinners free.

TTHIS new Christmas carol, let us cheerfully sing,To the honor and glory of our Heavenly King;Who was born of a virgin, blessed Mary by name,For poor sinners’ redemption, to the world here He came.The mighty Jehovah, by the prophets foretold,That the sweet Babe of Heaven mortal eyes should behold;Both King, Prince, and Prophet, nay, our Saviour beside,Let His name through all ages be ever glorified.Now, when Joseph and Mary was espoused, we find,Having seen her condition, he was grieved in mind;Aye, and thought to dismiss her, whom he loved so dear,But an angel from Heaven did her innocence clear.He declared in a vision, that a Son she should have,By the Father appointed, fallen mortals to save;And the same should be called blessed Jesus by name,From the high court of Heaven this Ambassador came.Then the righteous man, Joseph, believed the news,And the sweet Virgin Mary he did no wise refuse;Thus the blest amongst women, did bear and bring forthA sweet Prince of Salvation, both in Heaven and Earth.When the days of her travail did begin to draw nigh,Righteous Joseph and Mary went immediatelyTo the city of David, to be taxed indeed,E’en as Cæsar Augustus had firmly decreed.Being come to the city, entertainment they crave,But the inns were so filled they no lodging could have,For the birth of our Saviour, though he was Prince of all,He could have there no place but a poor oxes stall.Now the proud may come hither, and perfectly see,The most excellent pattern of humility;For, instead of a cradle, deckt with ornaments gay,Here, the great King of Glory, in a manger He lay.As the shepherds were feeding their flocks in the field,The sweet birth of our Saviour unto them was revealed,By blest angels of glory, who those tidings did bring,And directed the shepherds to their heavenly King.When the wise men discover’d the bright heavenly star,Then with gold and rich spices, straight they came from afar,In obedience to worship with a heavenly mind,Knowing that He was born for the good of mankind.Let us learn of those sages, who were wise, to obey;Nay, we find through all ages they have honoured this day,Ever since our Redeemer’s bless’d nativity,Who was born of a virgin to set sinners free.

TTHIS new Christmas carol, let us cheerfully sing,To the honor and glory of our Heavenly King;Who was born of a virgin, blessed Mary by name,For poor sinners’ redemption, to the world here He came.

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THIS new Christmas carol, let us cheerfully sing,

THIS new Christmas carol, let us cheerfully sing,

To the honor and glory of our Heavenly King;

Who was born of a virgin, blessed Mary by name,

For poor sinners’ redemption, to the world here He came.

The mighty Jehovah, by the prophets foretold,That the sweet Babe of Heaven mortal eyes should behold;Both King, Prince, and Prophet, nay, our Saviour beside,Let His name through all ages be ever glorified.

The mighty Jehovah, by the prophets foretold,

That the sweet Babe of Heaven mortal eyes should behold;

Both King, Prince, and Prophet, nay, our Saviour beside,

Let His name through all ages be ever glorified.

Now, when Joseph and Mary was espoused, we find,Having seen her condition, he was grieved in mind;Aye, and thought to dismiss her, whom he loved so dear,But an angel from Heaven did her innocence clear.

Now, when Joseph and Mary was espoused, we find,

Having seen her condition, he was grieved in mind;

Aye, and thought to dismiss her, whom he loved so dear,

But an angel from Heaven did her innocence clear.

He declared in a vision, that a Son she should have,By the Father appointed, fallen mortals to save;And the same should be called blessed Jesus by name,From the high court of Heaven this Ambassador came.

He declared in a vision, that a Son she should have,

By the Father appointed, fallen mortals to save;

And the same should be called blessed Jesus by name,

From the high court of Heaven this Ambassador came.

Then the righteous man, Joseph, believed the news,And the sweet Virgin Mary he did no wise refuse;Thus the blest amongst women, did bear and bring forthA sweet Prince of Salvation, both in Heaven and Earth.

Then the righteous man, Joseph, believed the news,

And the sweet Virgin Mary he did no wise refuse;

Thus the blest amongst women, did bear and bring forth

A sweet Prince of Salvation, both in Heaven and Earth.

When the days of her travail did begin to draw nigh,Righteous Joseph and Mary went immediatelyTo the city of David, to be taxed indeed,E’en as Cæsar Augustus had firmly decreed.

When the days of her travail did begin to draw nigh,

Righteous Joseph and Mary went immediately

To the city of David, to be taxed indeed,

E’en as Cæsar Augustus had firmly decreed.

Being come to the city, entertainment they crave,But the inns were so filled they no lodging could have,For the birth of our Saviour, though he was Prince of all,He could have there no place but a poor oxes stall.

Being come to the city, entertainment they crave,

But the inns were so filled they no lodging could have,

For the birth of our Saviour, though he was Prince of all,

He could have there no place but a poor oxes stall.

Now the proud may come hither, and perfectly see,The most excellent pattern of humility;For, instead of a cradle, deckt with ornaments gay,Here, the great King of Glory, in a manger He lay.

Now the proud may come hither, and perfectly see,

The most excellent pattern of humility;

For, instead of a cradle, deckt with ornaments gay,

Here, the great King of Glory, in a manger He lay.

As the shepherds were feeding their flocks in the field,The sweet birth of our Saviour unto them was revealed,By blest angels of glory, who those tidings did bring,And directed the shepherds to their heavenly King.

As the shepherds were feeding their flocks in the field,

The sweet birth of our Saviour unto them was revealed,

By blest angels of glory, who those tidings did bring,

And directed the shepherds to their heavenly King.

When the wise men discover’d the bright heavenly star,Then with gold and rich spices, straight they came from afar,In obedience to worship with a heavenly mind,Knowing that He was born for the good of mankind.

When the wise men discover’d the bright heavenly star,

Then with gold and rich spices, straight they came from afar,

In obedience to worship with a heavenly mind,

Knowing that He was born for the good of mankind.

Let us learn of those sages, who were wise, to obey;Nay, we find through all ages they have honoured this day,Ever since our Redeemer’s bless’d nativity,Who was born of a virgin to set sinners free.

Let us learn of those sages, who were wise, to obey;

Nay, we find through all ages they have honoured this day,

Ever since our Redeemer’s bless’d nativity,

Who was born of a virgin to set sinners free.

WWHEN Cæsar did the sceptre sway,Of Roman state God’s word did say,That all the world should out of hand,Be taxed by his great command.Noel, noel, we may rejoiceTo hear the angel Gabriel’s voice—Noel, noel.In David’s city, in Bethlehem,Great store of people thither came,According to the king’s decree,In Jury land taxed to be.Noel, noel, &c.Then Joseph with his virgin bright,Came with the rest at that same tide,And their substance being but small,Could get in the inn no lodging at all.Noel, noel, &c.At length a stable room they had,In which the virgin was full glad;And in that stable so forlornThe world’s Redeemer there was born.Noel, &c.No palace nor a costly innWas found to put our Saviour in;No costly robes of silver and gold,To wrap Him in as reason would.Noel, &c.No music nor sweet melody,But glorious angels from on high,Declare to shepherds where they lay,That Jesus Christ was born this day.Noel, &c.Thus Jesus Christ, in humble wise,Appeared thus to human eyes;Then may we all both more and lessCast off the bands of wickedness.Noel, &c.Let variance, strife, and all debate,’Twixt neighbours now be out of date,That peace may spread throughout earth then,There shall be good will with men.Noel, &c.Rejoice, rejoice, in sober wise,And praise the Lord who rules the skies,Who for our sakes thought it no scornTo give command now Christ is born.Noel, &c.

WWHEN Cæsar did the sceptre sway,Of Roman state God’s word did say,That all the world should out of hand,Be taxed by his great command.Noel, noel, we may rejoiceTo hear the angel Gabriel’s voice—Noel, noel.In David’s city, in Bethlehem,Great store of people thither came,According to the king’s decree,In Jury land taxed to be.Noel, noel, &c.Then Joseph with his virgin bright,Came with the rest at that same tide,And their substance being but small,Could get in the inn no lodging at all.Noel, noel, &c.At length a stable room they had,In which the virgin was full glad;And in that stable so forlornThe world’s Redeemer there was born.Noel, &c.No palace nor a costly innWas found to put our Saviour in;No costly robes of silver and gold,To wrap Him in as reason would.Noel, &c.No music nor sweet melody,But glorious angels from on high,Declare to shepherds where they lay,That Jesus Christ was born this day.Noel, &c.Thus Jesus Christ, in humble wise,Appeared thus to human eyes;Then may we all both more and lessCast off the bands of wickedness.Noel, &c.Let variance, strife, and all debate,’Twixt neighbours now be out of date,That peace may spread throughout earth then,There shall be good will with men.Noel, &c.Rejoice, rejoice, in sober wise,And praise the Lord who rules the skies,Who for our sakes thought it no scornTo give command now Christ is born.Noel, &c.

WWHEN Cæsar did the sceptre sway,Of Roman state God’s word did say,That all the world should out of hand,Be taxed by his great command.Noel, noel, we may rejoiceTo hear the angel Gabriel’s voice—Noel, noel.

W

WHEN Cæsar did the sceptre sway,

WHEN Cæsar did the sceptre sway,

Of Roman state God’s word did say,

That all the world should out of hand,

Be taxed by his great command.

Noel, noel, we may rejoice

To hear the angel Gabriel’s voice—Noel, noel.

In David’s city, in Bethlehem,Great store of people thither came,According to the king’s decree,In Jury land taxed to be.Noel, noel, &c.

In David’s city, in Bethlehem,

Great store of people thither came,

According to the king’s decree,

In Jury land taxed to be.

Noel, noel, &c.

Then Joseph with his virgin bright,Came with the rest at that same tide,And their substance being but small,Could get in the inn no lodging at all.Noel, noel, &c.

Then Joseph with his virgin bright,

Came with the rest at that same tide,

And their substance being but small,

Could get in the inn no lodging at all.

Noel, noel, &c.

At length a stable room they had,In which the virgin was full glad;And in that stable so forlornThe world’s Redeemer there was born.Noel, &c.

At length a stable room they had,

In which the virgin was full glad;

And in that stable so forlorn

The world’s Redeemer there was born.

Noel, &c.

No palace nor a costly innWas found to put our Saviour in;No costly robes of silver and gold,To wrap Him in as reason would.Noel, &c.

No palace nor a costly inn

Was found to put our Saviour in;

No costly robes of silver and gold,

To wrap Him in as reason would.

Noel, &c.

No music nor sweet melody,But glorious angels from on high,Declare to shepherds where they lay,That Jesus Christ was born this day.Noel, &c.

No music nor sweet melody,

But glorious angels from on high,

Declare to shepherds where they lay,

That Jesus Christ was born this day.

Noel, &c.

Thus Jesus Christ, in humble wise,Appeared thus to human eyes;Then may we all both more and lessCast off the bands of wickedness.Noel, &c.

Thus Jesus Christ, in humble wise,

Appeared thus to human eyes;

Then may we all both more and less

Cast off the bands of wickedness.

Noel, &c.

Let variance, strife, and all debate,’Twixt neighbours now be out of date,That peace may spread throughout earth then,There shall be good will with men.Noel, &c.

Let variance, strife, and all debate,

’Twixt neighbours now be out of date,

That peace may spread throughout earth then,

There shall be good will with men.

Noel, &c.

Rejoice, rejoice, in sober wise,And praise the Lord who rules the skies,Who for our sakes thought it no scornTo give command now Christ is born.Noel, &c.

Rejoice, rejoice, in sober wise,

And praise the Lord who rules the skies,

Who for our sakes thought it no scorn

To give command now Christ is born.

Noel, &c.

SSAINT Stephen was an holy man,Endued with heavenly might,And many wonders he did workBefore the people’s sight.And by the blessed Spirit of God,Which did his heart inflame,He spared not in every placeTo preach Christ Jesus’ name.O man, do never faint nor fear,When God the truth shall try,But mark how Stephen for Christ’s sakeWas willing for to die.Which doctrine seem’d most wond’rous strangeAmong the faithless Jews,And for the same despitefullyGood Stephen they accused.Before the elders was he broughtHis answer for to make,But they could not his spirit withstand,Whereby this man did speak.O man, &c.And then false witness did appear,And looked him in the face,And said he spake blasphemous wordsAgainst that holy place;And how he said that Jesus ChristThe temple would destroy,And change the laws which they so longFrom Moses did enjoy.O man, &c.Whilst this was told, the multitudeBeholding him aright,His comely face began to shineMost like an angel bright.The high priest then to them did say,And bid them tell at large,If this was true, which at that timeThey laid unto his charge.O man, &c.Then Stephen did put forth his voice,And he did first unfoldThe wond’rous works that God hath wrought,Even from their fathers old;That they thereby might plain perceiveChrist Jesus should be he,That from the burthen of the lawShould save us frank and free.O man, &c.But, oh! quoth he, you wicked men,Which of the prophets allDid not your fathers persecuteAnd keep in woeful thrall;Who told the coming of the justIn prophecies most plain;Who here amongst you was betray’dAnd most unjustly slain?O man, &c.But when they heard him so to say,Their hearts in sunder clave,And gnashing on him with their teeth,Like mad men they did rave;And with a shout most loud and shrill,Upon him they all ran,And then without the city gatesThey ston’d this holy man.O man, &c.Then he most meekly on his knees,To God did pray at large,Desiring that He would not layThis sin unto their charge;Then yielding up his soul to God,Who had it dearly bought,He lost his life, whose body thenTo grave was seemly brought.O man, &c.

SSAINT Stephen was an holy man,Endued with heavenly might,And many wonders he did workBefore the people’s sight.And by the blessed Spirit of God,Which did his heart inflame,He spared not in every placeTo preach Christ Jesus’ name.O man, do never faint nor fear,When God the truth shall try,But mark how Stephen for Christ’s sakeWas willing for to die.Which doctrine seem’d most wond’rous strangeAmong the faithless Jews,And for the same despitefullyGood Stephen they accused.Before the elders was he broughtHis answer for to make,But they could not his spirit withstand,Whereby this man did speak.O man, &c.And then false witness did appear,And looked him in the face,And said he spake blasphemous wordsAgainst that holy place;And how he said that Jesus ChristThe temple would destroy,And change the laws which they so longFrom Moses did enjoy.O man, &c.Whilst this was told, the multitudeBeholding him aright,His comely face began to shineMost like an angel bright.The high priest then to them did say,And bid them tell at large,If this was true, which at that timeThey laid unto his charge.O man, &c.Then Stephen did put forth his voice,And he did first unfoldThe wond’rous works that God hath wrought,Even from their fathers old;That they thereby might plain perceiveChrist Jesus should be he,That from the burthen of the lawShould save us frank and free.O man, &c.But, oh! quoth he, you wicked men,Which of the prophets allDid not your fathers persecuteAnd keep in woeful thrall;Who told the coming of the justIn prophecies most plain;Who here amongst you was betray’dAnd most unjustly slain?O man, &c.But when they heard him so to say,Their hearts in sunder clave,And gnashing on him with their teeth,Like mad men they did rave;And with a shout most loud and shrill,Upon him they all ran,And then without the city gatesThey ston’d this holy man.O man, &c.Then he most meekly on his knees,To God did pray at large,Desiring that He would not layThis sin unto their charge;Then yielding up his soul to God,Who had it dearly bought,He lost his life, whose body thenTo grave was seemly brought.O man, &c.

SSAINT Stephen was an holy man,Endued with heavenly might,And many wonders he did workBefore the people’s sight.And by the blessed Spirit of God,Which did his heart inflame,He spared not in every placeTo preach Christ Jesus’ name.O man, do never faint nor fear,When God the truth shall try,But mark how Stephen for Christ’s sakeWas willing for to die.

S

SAINT Stephen was an holy man,

SAINT Stephen was an holy man,

Endued with heavenly might,

And many wonders he did work

Before the people’s sight.

And by the blessed Spirit of God,

Which did his heart inflame,

He spared not in every place

To preach Christ Jesus’ name.

O man, do never faint nor fear,

When God the truth shall try,

But mark how Stephen for Christ’s sake

Was willing for to die.

Which doctrine seem’d most wond’rous strangeAmong the faithless Jews,And for the same despitefullyGood Stephen they accused.Before the elders was he broughtHis answer for to make,But they could not his spirit withstand,Whereby this man did speak.O man, &c.

Which doctrine seem’d most wond’rous strange

Among the faithless Jews,

And for the same despitefully

Good Stephen they accused.

Before the elders was he brought

His answer for to make,

But they could not his spirit withstand,

Whereby this man did speak.

O man, &c.

And then false witness did appear,And looked him in the face,And said he spake blasphemous wordsAgainst that holy place;And how he said that Jesus ChristThe temple would destroy,And change the laws which they so longFrom Moses did enjoy.O man, &c.

And then false witness did appear,

And looked him in the face,

And said he spake blasphemous words

Against that holy place;

And how he said that Jesus Christ

The temple would destroy,

And change the laws which they so long

From Moses did enjoy.

O man, &c.

Whilst this was told, the multitudeBeholding him aright,His comely face began to shineMost like an angel bright.The high priest then to them did say,And bid them tell at large,If this was true, which at that timeThey laid unto his charge.O man, &c.

Whilst this was told, the multitude

Beholding him aright,

His comely face began to shine

Most like an angel bright.

The high priest then to them did say,

And bid them tell at large,

If this was true, which at that time

They laid unto his charge.

O man, &c.

Then Stephen did put forth his voice,And he did first unfoldThe wond’rous works that God hath wrought,Even from their fathers old;That they thereby might plain perceiveChrist Jesus should be he,That from the burthen of the lawShould save us frank and free.O man, &c.

Then Stephen did put forth his voice,

And he did first unfold

The wond’rous works that God hath wrought,

Even from their fathers old;

That they thereby might plain perceive

Christ Jesus should be he,

That from the burthen of the law

Should save us frank and free.

O man, &c.

But, oh! quoth he, you wicked men,Which of the prophets allDid not your fathers persecuteAnd keep in woeful thrall;Who told the coming of the justIn prophecies most plain;Who here amongst you was betray’dAnd most unjustly slain?O man, &c.

But, oh! quoth he, you wicked men,

Which of the prophets all

Did not your fathers persecute

And keep in woeful thrall;

Who told the coming of the just

In prophecies most plain;

Who here amongst you was betray’d

And most unjustly slain?

O man, &c.

But when they heard him so to say,Their hearts in sunder clave,And gnashing on him with their teeth,Like mad men they did rave;And with a shout most loud and shrill,Upon him they all ran,And then without the city gatesThey ston’d this holy man.O man, &c.

But when they heard him so to say,

Their hearts in sunder clave,

And gnashing on him with their teeth,

Like mad men they did rave;

And with a shout most loud and shrill,

Upon him they all ran,

And then without the city gates

They ston’d this holy man.

O man, &c.

Then he most meekly on his knees,To God did pray at large,Desiring that He would not layThis sin unto their charge;Then yielding up his soul to God,Who had it dearly bought,He lost his life, whose body thenTo grave was seemly brought.O man, &c.

Then he most meekly on his knees,

To God did pray at large,

Desiring that He would not lay

This sin unto their charge;

Then yielding up his soul to God,

Who had it dearly bought,

He lost his life, whose body then

To grave was seemly brought.

O man, &c.

HHARK! the herald Angels sing,Glory to the new-born King;Peace on earth, and mercy mild,God and sinner reconcil’d.Hark! the herald angels sing,Glory to the new-born King.Joyfull all ye nations rise,Join the triumph of the skies,With the angelic host proclaim,Christ is born in Bethlehem.Hark! the herald, &c.Christ by highest Heaven ador’d,Christ the everlasting Lord!Late in time behold Him come,Offspring of a virgin’s womb.Hark! the herald, &c.Hail the heaven-born Prince of Peace!Hail the Sun of Righteousness!Light and life to all He brings,Risen with healing on His wings.Hark! the herald, &c.Mild he lays his glory by,Born that man no more may die,Born to raise the sons of earth,Born to give them second birth.Hark! the herald, &c.

HHARK! the herald Angels sing,Glory to the new-born King;Peace on earth, and mercy mild,God and sinner reconcil’d.Hark! the herald angels sing,Glory to the new-born King.Joyfull all ye nations rise,Join the triumph of the skies,With the angelic host proclaim,Christ is born in Bethlehem.Hark! the herald, &c.Christ by highest Heaven ador’d,Christ the everlasting Lord!Late in time behold Him come,Offspring of a virgin’s womb.Hark! the herald, &c.Hail the heaven-born Prince of Peace!Hail the Sun of Righteousness!Light and life to all He brings,Risen with healing on His wings.Hark! the herald, &c.Mild he lays his glory by,Born that man no more may die,Born to raise the sons of earth,Born to give them second birth.Hark! the herald, &c.

HHARK! the herald Angels sing,Glory to the new-born King;Peace on earth, and mercy mild,God and sinner reconcil’d.Hark! the herald angels sing,Glory to the new-born King.

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HARK! the herald Angels sing,

HARK! the herald Angels sing,

Glory to the new-born King;

Peace on earth, and mercy mild,

God and sinner reconcil’d.

Hark! the herald angels sing,

Glory to the new-born King.

Joyfull all ye nations rise,Join the triumph of the skies,With the angelic host proclaim,Christ is born in Bethlehem.Hark! the herald, &c.

Joyfull all ye nations rise,

Join the triumph of the skies,

With the angelic host proclaim,

Christ is born in Bethlehem.

Hark! the herald, &c.

Christ by highest Heaven ador’d,Christ the everlasting Lord!Late in time behold Him come,Offspring of a virgin’s womb.Hark! the herald, &c.

Christ by highest Heaven ador’d,

Christ the everlasting Lord!

Late in time behold Him come,

Offspring of a virgin’s womb.

Hark! the herald, &c.

Hail the heaven-born Prince of Peace!Hail the Sun of Righteousness!Light and life to all He brings,Risen with healing on His wings.Hark! the herald, &c.

Hail the heaven-born Prince of Peace!

Hail the Sun of Righteousness!

Light and life to all He brings,

Risen with healing on His wings.

Hark! the herald, &c.

Mild he lays his glory by,Born that man no more may die,Born to raise the sons of earth,Born to give them second birth.Hark! the herald, &c.

Mild he lays his glory by,

Born that man no more may die,

Born to raise the sons of earth,

Born to give them second birth.

Hark! the herald, &c.

Su l’ar “Ma Mere Mariez-moi.”

GGUILLÔ, pran ton tamborin;Toi, pran tai fleùte, Robin.Au son de cés instruman,Turelurelu, patapatapan;Au son de cés instrumanJe diron Noei gaiman.C’ étó lai môde autrefoiDe loüé le Roi dé Roi,Au son de cés instruman,Turelurelu, patapatapan;Au son de cés instruman,Ai nos an fan faire autan.Ce jor le Diale at ai cu,Randons an graice ai Jésu,Au son de cés instruman,Turelurelu, patapatapan,Au son de cés instruman,Fezon lai nique ai Satan.L’homme & Dei son pu d’aicorQue lai fleùte & le tambor.Au son de cés instruman,Turelurelu, patapatapan,Au son de cés instruman,Chanton, danson, sautons-an.

GGUILLÔ, pran ton tamborin;Toi, pran tai fleùte, Robin.Au son de cés instruman,Turelurelu, patapatapan;Au son de cés instrumanJe diron Noei gaiman.C’ étó lai môde autrefoiDe loüé le Roi dé Roi,Au son de cés instruman,Turelurelu, patapatapan;Au son de cés instruman,Ai nos an fan faire autan.Ce jor le Diale at ai cu,Randons an graice ai Jésu,Au son de cés instruman,Turelurelu, patapatapan,Au son de cés instruman,Fezon lai nique ai Satan.L’homme & Dei son pu d’aicorQue lai fleùte & le tambor.Au son de cés instruman,Turelurelu, patapatapan,Au son de cés instruman,Chanton, danson, sautons-an.

GGUILLÔ, pran ton tamborin;Toi, pran tai fleùte, Robin.Au son de cés instruman,Turelurelu, patapatapan;Au son de cés instrumanJe diron Noei gaiman.

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GUILLÔ, pran ton tamborin;

GUILLÔ, pran ton tamborin;

Toi, pran tai fleùte, Robin.

Au son de cés instruman,

Turelurelu, patapatapan;

Au son de cés instruman

Je diron Noei gaiman.

C’ étó lai môde autrefoiDe loüé le Roi dé Roi,Au son de cés instruman,Turelurelu, patapatapan;Au son de cés instruman,Ai nos an fan faire autan.

C’ étó lai môde autrefoi

De loüé le Roi dé Roi,

Au son de cés instruman,

Turelurelu, patapatapan;

Au son de cés instruman,

Ai nos an fan faire autan.

Ce jor le Diale at ai cu,Randons an graice ai Jésu,Au son de cés instruman,Turelurelu, patapatapan,Au son de cés instruman,Fezon lai nique ai Satan.

Ce jor le Diale at ai cu,

Randons an graice ai Jésu,

Au son de cés instruman,

Turelurelu, patapatapan,

Au son de cés instruman,

Fezon lai nique ai Satan.

L’homme & Dei son pu d’aicorQue lai fleùte & le tambor.Au son de cés instruman,Turelurelu, patapatapan,Au son de cés instruman,Chanton, danson, sautons-an.

L’homme & Dei son pu d’aicor

Que lai fleùte & le tambor.

Au son de cés instruman,

Turelurelu, patapatapan,

Au son de cés instruman,

Chanton, danson, sautons-an.

Per le jour des Reys.Un Pastou ben de Hiérusalém & dits a sons Coumpaignons.

DDE noubélos Efans, en benen de la biloE’ bist passá, tres Reys d’uno faysso gentilo,E’ demandon per tout l’hostalet benazitQue le Rey d’Israel per palays a cauzit.Qualqu’un a decelat que porton per estrenos,Tres Brustietos d’Encens, d’Or, é de Myrro plenosQue li ban humblomen ufri, digomendiu,Que confesson deja qu’el es Rey, home, Diu.Elis parlon sampa de l’Efantet aymableQue nous aus l’autre jour troubeguen à l’estable,A qui Peyret dounéc un Aignelet pla fayt,E’ jou sense reprochi, un picharrou de layt.Posco dounc oüey metis uno ta bélo troupoHurousomen trouba le bél efan de poupo,Mentre que de nous aus quadun le pregaraDe nous salba l’esprit quand le cos mourira.

DDE noubélos Efans, en benen de la biloE’ bist passá, tres Reys d’uno faysso gentilo,E’ demandon per tout l’hostalet benazitQue le Rey d’Israel per palays a cauzit.Qualqu’un a decelat que porton per estrenos,Tres Brustietos d’Encens, d’Or, é de Myrro plenosQue li ban humblomen ufri, digomendiu,Que confesson deja qu’el es Rey, home, Diu.Elis parlon sampa de l’Efantet aymableQue nous aus l’autre jour troubeguen à l’estable,A qui Peyret dounéc un Aignelet pla fayt,E’ jou sense reprochi, un picharrou de layt.Posco dounc oüey metis uno ta bélo troupoHurousomen trouba le bél efan de poupo,Mentre que de nous aus quadun le pregaraDe nous salba l’esprit quand le cos mourira.

DDE noubélos Efans, en benen de la biloE’ bist passá, tres Reys d’uno faysso gentilo,E’ demandon per tout l’hostalet benazitQue le Rey d’Israel per palays a cauzit.

D

DE noubélos Efans, en benen de la bilo

DE noubélos Efans, en benen de la bilo

E’ bist passá, tres Reys d’uno faysso gentilo,

E’ demandon per tout l’hostalet benazit

Que le Rey d’Israel per palays a cauzit.

Qualqu’un a decelat que porton per estrenos,Tres Brustietos d’Encens, d’Or, é de Myrro plenosQue li ban humblomen ufri, digomendiu,Que confesson deja qu’el es Rey, home, Diu.

Qualqu’un a decelat que porton per estrenos,

Tres Brustietos d’Encens, d’Or, é de Myrro plenos

Que li ban humblomen ufri, digomendiu,

Que confesson deja qu’el es Rey, home, Diu.

Elis parlon sampa de l’Efantet aymableQue nous aus l’autre jour troubeguen à l’estable,A qui Peyret dounéc un Aignelet pla fayt,E’ jou sense reprochi, un picharrou de layt.

Elis parlon sampa de l’Efantet aymable

Que nous aus l’autre jour troubeguen à l’estable,

A qui Peyret dounéc un Aignelet pla fayt,

E’ jou sense reprochi, un picharrou de layt.

Posco dounc oüey metis uno ta bélo troupoHurousomen trouba le bél efan de poupo,Mentre que de nous aus quadun le pregaraDe nous salba l’esprit quand le cos mourira.

Posco dounc oüey metis uno ta bélo troupo

Hurousomen trouba le bél efan de poupo,

Mentre que de nous aus quadun le pregara

De nous salba l’esprit quand le cos mourira.

TTRES Rei de l’OrianSon conduit per un AstreVer lou nouvel Enfan,Qu’an adoura lei PastreVenouen sensenCreigne auū desastre,L’Astre avancenS’arreste en Bethlehem.S’isten, vount ’ei l’Enfan,Fixa l’astre admirable,Intron dessu lou chan,Trouvon Jesus aimable.Descouvron qu’eiLou sul Dieou veritable,Qu’es homme, & rei;Chacun lou recounei.A ginoux, à sei péEntoura de sei pagéEm’un profond respé,Liaguen fa seis houmageLisfron perlorAquelei pious mageDe sei tresorL’encen, la mirrhe, & l’or.Fasen nostei presenA Jesus, qui nous amou,Oufren li nostei ben,Nostei cor, nosteis amou.Enfan tan doux,Vost’amour nous enflamou,Nou charma tous;Voulen ama que vous.

TTRES Rei de l’OrianSon conduit per un AstreVer lou nouvel Enfan,Qu’an adoura lei PastreVenouen sensenCreigne auū desastre,L’Astre avancenS’arreste en Bethlehem.S’isten, vount ’ei l’Enfan,Fixa l’astre admirable,Intron dessu lou chan,Trouvon Jesus aimable.Descouvron qu’eiLou sul Dieou veritable,Qu’es homme, & rei;Chacun lou recounei.A ginoux, à sei péEntoura de sei pagéEm’un profond respé,Liaguen fa seis houmageLisfron perlorAquelei pious mageDe sei tresorL’encen, la mirrhe, & l’or.Fasen nostei presenA Jesus, qui nous amou,Oufren li nostei ben,Nostei cor, nosteis amou.Enfan tan doux,Vost’amour nous enflamou,Nou charma tous;Voulen ama que vous.

TTRES Rei de l’OrianSon conduit per un AstreVer lou nouvel Enfan,Qu’an adoura lei PastreVenouen sensenCreigne auū desastre,L’Astre avancenS’arreste en Bethlehem.

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TRES Rei de l’Orian

TRES Rei de l’Orian

Son conduit per un Astre

Ver lou nouvel Enfan,

Qu’an adoura lei Pastre

Venouen sensen

Creigne auū desastre,

L’Astre avancen

S’arreste en Bethlehem.

S’isten, vount ’ei l’Enfan,Fixa l’astre admirable,Intron dessu lou chan,Trouvon Jesus aimable.Descouvron qu’eiLou sul Dieou veritable,Qu’es homme, & rei;Chacun lou recounei.

S’isten, vount ’ei l’Enfan,

Fixa l’astre admirable,

Intron dessu lou chan,

Trouvon Jesus aimable.

Descouvron qu’ei

Lou sul Dieou veritable,

Qu’es homme, & rei;

Chacun lou recounei.

A ginoux, à sei péEntoura de sei pagéEm’un profond respé,Liaguen fa seis houmageLisfron perlorAquelei pious mageDe sei tresorL’encen, la mirrhe, & l’or.

A ginoux, à sei pé

Entoura de sei pagé

Em’un profond respé,

Liaguen fa seis houmage

Lisfron perlor

Aquelei pious mage

De sei tresor

L’encen, la mirrhe, & l’or.

Fasen nostei presenA Jesus, qui nous amou,Oufren li nostei ben,Nostei cor, nosteis amou.Enfan tan doux,Vost’amour nous enflamou,Nou charma tous;Voulen ama que vous.

Fasen nostei presen

A Jesus, qui nous amou,

Oufren li nostei ben,

Nostei cor, nosteis amou.

Enfan tan doux,

Vost’amour nous enflamou,

Nou charma tous;

Voulen ama que vous.

Sur un chant joyeux.

QQUAND Dieu naquit á NoëlDedans la Judeé,On vit ce jour solemnelLa joie inondée;Se n’etoit ni petit ni grandQui n’apportât son presént,Et n’o, n’o, n’o, n’o,Et n’offrit, frit, frit,Et n’o, n’o, & n’offrit,Et n’offrit sans cesse Toute sa richesse.L’un apportoit un agneauAvec un grand zele,L’autre un peu de lait nouveauDedans une écuelle;Tel, sous ses pauvres habits,Cachoit un peu de pain bis,Pour la, la, la, la,Pour la, sain, sain, sain,Pour la, la, pour la sain,Pour la Ste Vierge et Joseph Concierge.Ce bon Père putatifDe Jesus mon Maitre,Que le pasteur plus chétifDesiroit connaitre,D’un air obligeant & doux,Recevoit les dons, de tous,Sans cé, cé, cé, cé,Sans céré, ré, ré,Sans cé, cé, sans céré,Sans cérémoniè, Pour le fruit de vie.Il ne fut pas jusqu’ aux RoisDu rivage Maure,Qui joint au nombre de trois,Ne vinssent encore;Ces bons Princes d’Orient.Offrirent en le priant,L’en, l’en, l’en, l’en, l’en,Cens, cens, cens, cens, cens,L’en, l’en, l’en, cens, cens, cens,L’encens & la myrrhe et l’or qu’on admire.Quoiqu’il n’en eût pas besoin,Jesus notre Maitre,Il en prit avecque soinPour faire connoitreQu’il avoit les qualitésPar ces dons représentés,D’un vrai, vrai, vrai, vrai,D’un Roi, Roi, Roi, Roi,D’un vrai, vrai, d’un Roi, Roi,D’un vrai, Roi de Gloire en qui l’on doit croire.Plaise à ce divin EnfantNous faire la grâce,Dans son sejour triomphantD’avoir une place:Si nous y sommes jamais,Nous goûterons une paixDe lon, lon, lon, lon,De gue, gue, gue, gue,De lon, lon, de gue, gue,De longue durée dans cet empireé.

QQUAND Dieu naquit á NoëlDedans la Judeé,On vit ce jour solemnelLa joie inondée;Se n’etoit ni petit ni grandQui n’apportât son presént,Et n’o, n’o, n’o, n’o,Et n’offrit, frit, frit,Et n’o, n’o, & n’offrit,Et n’offrit sans cesse Toute sa richesse.L’un apportoit un agneauAvec un grand zele,L’autre un peu de lait nouveauDedans une écuelle;Tel, sous ses pauvres habits,Cachoit un peu de pain bis,Pour la, la, la, la,Pour la, sain, sain, sain,Pour la, la, pour la sain,Pour la Ste Vierge et Joseph Concierge.Ce bon Père putatifDe Jesus mon Maitre,Que le pasteur plus chétifDesiroit connaitre,D’un air obligeant & doux,Recevoit les dons, de tous,Sans cé, cé, cé, cé,Sans céré, ré, ré,Sans cé, cé, sans céré,Sans cérémoniè, Pour le fruit de vie.Il ne fut pas jusqu’ aux RoisDu rivage Maure,Qui joint au nombre de trois,Ne vinssent encore;Ces bons Princes d’Orient.Offrirent en le priant,L’en, l’en, l’en, l’en, l’en,Cens, cens, cens, cens, cens,L’en, l’en, l’en, cens, cens, cens,L’encens & la myrrhe et l’or qu’on admire.Quoiqu’il n’en eût pas besoin,Jesus notre Maitre,Il en prit avecque soinPour faire connoitreQu’il avoit les qualitésPar ces dons représentés,D’un vrai, vrai, vrai, vrai,D’un Roi, Roi, Roi, Roi,D’un vrai, vrai, d’un Roi, Roi,D’un vrai, Roi de Gloire en qui l’on doit croire.Plaise à ce divin EnfantNous faire la grâce,Dans son sejour triomphantD’avoir une place:Si nous y sommes jamais,Nous goûterons une paixDe lon, lon, lon, lon,De gue, gue, gue, gue,De lon, lon, de gue, gue,De longue durée dans cet empireé.

QQUAND Dieu naquit á NoëlDedans la Judeé,On vit ce jour solemnelLa joie inondée;Se n’etoit ni petit ni grandQui n’apportât son presént,Et n’o, n’o, n’o, n’o,Et n’offrit, frit, frit,Et n’o, n’o, & n’offrit,Et n’offrit sans cesse Toute sa richesse.

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QUAND Dieu naquit á Noël

QUAND Dieu naquit á Noël

Dedans la Judeé,

On vit ce jour solemnel

La joie inondée;

Se n’etoit ni petit ni grand

Qui n’apportât son presént,

Et n’o, n’o, n’o, n’o,

Et n’offrit, frit, frit,

Et n’o, n’o, & n’offrit,

Et n’offrit sans cesse Toute sa richesse.

L’un apportoit un agneauAvec un grand zele,L’autre un peu de lait nouveauDedans une écuelle;Tel, sous ses pauvres habits,Cachoit un peu de pain bis,Pour la, la, la, la,Pour la, sain, sain, sain,Pour la, la, pour la sain,Pour la Ste Vierge et Joseph Concierge.

L’un apportoit un agneau

Avec un grand zele,

L’autre un peu de lait nouveau

Dedans une écuelle;

Tel, sous ses pauvres habits,

Cachoit un peu de pain bis,

Pour la, la, la, la,

Pour la, sain, sain, sain,

Pour la, la, pour la sain,

Pour la Ste Vierge et Joseph Concierge.

Ce bon Père putatifDe Jesus mon Maitre,Que le pasteur plus chétifDesiroit connaitre,D’un air obligeant & doux,Recevoit les dons, de tous,Sans cé, cé, cé, cé,Sans céré, ré, ré,Sans cé, cé, sans céré,Sans cérémoniè, Pour le fruit de vie.

Ce bon Père putatif

De Jesus mon Maitre,

Que le pasteur plus chétif

Desiroit connaitre,

D’un air obligeant & doux,

Recevoit les dons, de tous,

Sans cé, cé, cé, cé,

Sans céré, ré, ré,

Sans cé, cé, sans céré,

Sans cérémoniè, Pour le fruit de vie.

Il ne fut pas jusqu’ aux RoisDu rivage Maure,Qui joint au nombre de trois,Ne vinssent encore;Ces bons Princes d’Orient.Offrirent en le priant,L’en, l’en, l’en, l’en, l’en,Cens, cens, cens, cens, cens,L’en, l’en, l’en, cens, cens, cens,L’encens & la myrrhe et l’or qu’on admire.

Il ne fut pas jusqu’ aux Rois

Du rivage Maure,

Qui joint au nombre de trois,

Ne vinssent encore;

Ces bons Princes d’Orient.

Offrirent en le priant,

L’en, l’en, l’en, l’en, l’en,

Cens, cens, cens, cens, cens,

L’en, l’en, l’en, cens, cens, cens,

L’encens & la myrrhe et l’or qu’on admire.

Quoiqu’il n’en eût pas besoin,Jesus notre Maitre,Il en prit avecque soinPour faire connoitreQu’il avoit les qualitésPar ces dons représentés,D’un vrai, vrai, vrai, vrai,D’un Roi, Roi, Roi, Roi,D’un vrai, vrai, d’un Roi, Roi,D’un vrai, Roi de Gloire en qui l’on doit croire.

Quoiqu’il n’en eût pas besoin,

Jesus notre Maitre,

Il en prit avecque soin

Pour faire connoitre

Qu’il avoit les qualités

Par ces dons représentés,

D’un vrai, vrai, vrai, vrai,

D’un Roi, Roi, Roi, Roi,

D’un vrai, vrai, d’un Roi, Roi,

D’un vrai, Roi de Gloire en qui l’on doit croire.

Plaise à ce divin EnfantNous faire la grâce,Dans son sejour triomphantD’avoir une place:Si nous y sommes jamais,Nous goûterons une paixDe lon, lon, lon, lon,De gue, gue, gue, gue,De lon, lon, de gue, gue,De longue durée dans cet empireé.

Plaise à ce divin Enfant

Nous faire la grâce,

Dans son sejour triomphant

D’avoir une place:

Si nous y sommes jamais,

Nous goûterons une paix

De lon, lon, lon, lon,

De gue, gue, gue, gue,

De lon, lon, de gue, gue,

De longue durée dans cet empireé.

Sur l’air “Ver lou Pourtaou San-Laze.”

LLON de la gran carriere,Ver lou Pourtaou-Limber,Ay vis pareisse en l’airUn Ange de lumiere,Cridavou de per-tout,Bergié, reveillas-vous.Ere su ma mounture,D’abord sieou descendu,Et m’a dit, beou Moussu,Ay, la belle aventure,Es na lou Fis de Dieou,Toun Mestre amay lou mieou.Foou quitta ta famille,Vay-t’en en Bethelem,Trouvaras l’InoucenA cent pas de la ville,Portou-ye quaouquouren,Es lougea paouramen.Ay poursui moun vouyage,Ay vis veni de gen,Qu’eroun touteis ensen,Em’un grand equipage,Erou trés gran Seignour,Eme toutou sa cour.Chascun avié sei Page,Eme sei Gardou cor,Me sieou pensa d’abor,Qu’éroun leis trés Rei Mage,Que venien adouraLou gran Rei nouveou na.Me sieou més à n’un cayre,Per lei leissa passa,Et puis ay demandaA seis homes d’affayre,Si van en BethelemVeire lou Dieou neissen.Yá un d’aquelei GardeQue má brutalisa,Su lou cham m’a dounaUn bon co d’halabarde:Si m’espouffesse pa,Me venié may piqua.Yeou ay suivi la foulou,Sen me descouragea,La doulour m’a passa,Ou bout d’une miéchourou,Sieou ana eme lou trinJusquo ver lou Douphin.Avien de dromadairou,Quantita de charrios,Et de cameou fort gros,La suite érou fort bellou,Jamay yeou n’ay ren viEme tant de plesi.Un astre lei guidave,Plus brillan qu’un souleou,Jamay ren de tant beou,Tout lou mounde badave:Lou tem m’a ren dura,Tant ére esmerveilla.Aprés dex jour de marche,L’astre s’es arrestaSur un lio tout trouca,Ben plus precioux que l’Arche,Aqui lou Tout-puissanParci coum’un enfan.

LLON de la gran carriere,Ver lou Pourtaou-Limber,Ay vis pareisse en l’airUn Ange de lumiere,Cridavou de per-tout,Bergié, reveillas-vous.Ere su ma mounture,D’abord sieou descendu,Et m’a dit, beou Moussu,Ay, la belle aventure,Es na lou Fis de Dieou,Toun Mestre amay lou mieou.Foou quitta ta famille,Vay-t’en en Bethelem,Trouvaras l’InoucenA cent pas de la ville,Portou-ye quaouquouren,Es lougea paouramen.Ay poursui moun vouyage,Ay vis veni de gen,Qu’eroun touteis ensen,Em’un grand equipage,Erou trés gran Seignour,Eme toutou sa cour.Chascun avié sei Page,Eme sei Gardou cor,Me sieou pensa d’abor,Qu’éroun leis trés Rei Mage,Que venien adouraLou gran Rei nouveou na.Me sieou més à n’un cayre,Per lei leissa passa,Et puis ay demandaA seis homes d’affayre,Si van en BethelemVeire lou Dieou neissen.Yá un d’aquelei GardeQue má brutalisa,Su lou cham m’a dounaUn bon co d’halabarde:Si m’espouffesse pa,Me venié may piqua.Yeou ay suivi la foulou,Sen me descouragea,La doulour m’a passa,Ou bout d’une miéchourou,Sieou ana eme lou trinJusquo ver lou Douphin.Avien de dromadairou,Quantita de charrios,Et de cameou fort gros,La suite érou fort bellou,Jamay yeou n’ay ren viEme tant de plesi.Un astre lei guidave,Plus brillan qu’un souleou,Jamay ren de tant beou,Tout lou mounde badave:Lou tem m’a ren dura,Tant ére esmerveilla.Aprés dex jour de marche,L’astre s’es arrestaSur un lio tout trouca,Ben plus precioux que l’Arche,Aqui lou Tout-puissanParci coum’un enfan.

LLON de la gran carriere,Ver lou Pourtaou-Limber,Ay vis pareisse en l’airUn Ange de lumiere,Cridavou de per-tout,Bergié, reveillas-vous.

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LON de la gran carriere,

LON de la gran carriere,

Ver lou Pourtaou-Limber,

Ay vis pareisse en l’air

Un Ange de lumiere,

Cridavou de per-tout,

Bergié, reveillas-vous.

Ere su ma mounture,D’abord sieou descendu,Et m’a dit, beou Moussu,Ay, la belle aventure,Es na lou Fis de Dieou,Toun Mestre amay lou mieou.

Ere su ma mounture,

D’abord sieou descendu,

Et m’a dit, beou Moussu,

Ay, la belle aventure,

Es na lou Fis de Dieou,

Toun Mestre amay lou mieou.

Foou quitta ta famille,Vay-t’en en Bethelem,Trouvaras l’InoucenA cent pas de la ville,Portou-ye quaouquouren,Es lougea paouramen.

Foou quitta ta famille,

Vay-t’en en Bethelem,

Trouvaras l’Inoucen

A cent pas de la ville,

Portou-ye quaouquouren,

Es lougea paouramen.

Ay poursui moun vouyage,Ay vis veni de gen,Qu’eroun touteis ensen,Em’un grand equipage,Erou trés gran Seignour,Eme toutou sa cour.

Ay poursui moun vouyage,

Ay vis veni de gen,

Qu’eroun touteis ensen,

Em’un grand equipage,

Erou trés gran Seignour,

Eme toutou sa cour.

Chascun avié sei Page,Eme sei Gardou cor,Me sieou pensa d’abor,Qu’éroun leis trés Rei Mage,Que venien adouraLou gran Rei nouveou na.

Chascun avié sei Page,

Eme sei Gardou cor,

Me sieou pensa d’abor,

Qu’éroun leis trés Rei Mage,

Que venien adoura

Lou gran Rei nouveou na.

Me sieou més à n’un cayre,Per lei leissa passa,Et puis ay demandaA seis homes d’affayre,Si van en BethelemVeire lou Dieou neissen.

Me sieou més à n’un cayre,

Per lei leissa passa,

Et puis ay demanda

A seis homes d’affayre,

Si van en Bethelem

Veire lou Dieou neissen.

Yá un d’aquelei GardeQue má brutalisa,Su lou cham m’a dounaUn bon co d’halabarde:Si m’espouffesse pa,Me venié may piqua.

Yá un d’aquelei Garde

Que má brutalisa,

Su lou cham m’a douna

Un bon co d’halabarde:

Si m’espouffesse pa,

Me venié may piqua.

Yeou ay suivi la foulou,Sen me descouragea,La doulour m’a passa,Ou bout d’une miéchourou,Sieou ana eme lou trinJusquo ver lou Douphin.

Yeou ay suivi la foulou,

Sen me descouragea,

La doulour m’a passa,

Ou bout d’une miéchourou,

Sieou ana eme lou trin

Jusquo ver lou Douphin.

Avien de dromadairou,Quantita de charrios,Et de cameou fort gros,La suite érou fort bellou,Jamay yeou n’ay ren viEme tant de plesi.

Avien de dromadairou,

Quantita de charrios,

Et de cameou fort gros,

La suite érou fort bellou,

Jamay yeou n’ay ren vi

Eme tant de plesi.

Un astre lei guidave,Plus brillan qu’un souleou,Jamay ren de tant beou,Tout lou mounde badave:Lou tem m’a ren dura,Tant ére esmerveilla.

Un astre lei guidave,

Plus brillan qu’un souleou,

Jamay ren de tant beou,

Tout lou mounde badave:

Lou tem m’a ren dura,

Tant ére esmerveilla.

Aprés dex jour de marche,L’astre s’es arrestaSur un lio tout trouca,Ben plus precioux que l’Arche,Aqui lou Tout-puissanParci coum’un enfan.

Aprés dex jour de marche,

L’astre s’es arresta

Sur un lio tout trouca,

Ben plus precioux que l’Arche,

Aqui lou Tout-puissan

Parci coum’un enfan.

Sur l’ayre, “Quand je me leve le matin.”

LL’AN mil siés cens quaranto cinc,Repassen per nostro memorio,Coussi Jousép en paure trincAcoumpaignée le Réy de Glorio,Quand demourabo dins les rénsDe Mario la piucélo préns.Jousép é Mario maridatsEn Béthléhen sén ban amaço,Nou soun pas fort amounedats.Més bé soun de Rouyalo raço,E l’efan és Rey dins les réns,De Mario la piucélo préns.Sense gran argen al paquétN’an pas un trinc de grand parado,Non menoun que le bourriquétDambé le bioou soun camarado,Diu mentretan és dins les réns,De Mario la piucélo préns.Aprép un penible camiSant Jousép é la santo méro,Que nou saben pas oun dourmi,Ban beilha dins uno feignéro,Oun l’efan que Diu sort des rénsNou laysso plus sa méro préns.Aqui la paillo lour fa liéytSense cousseno ni courtino,Oun las estelos de la néytBezen ajayre lour Regino,E’ naysse l’efan de sous rénsPiucélo toutjour é nou préns.

LL’AN mil siés cens quaranto cinc,Repassen per nostro memorio,Coussi Jousép en paure trincAcoumpaignée le Réy de Glorio,Quand demourabo dins les rénsDe Mario la piucélo préns.Jousép é Mario maridatsEn Béthléhen sén ban amaço,Nou soun pas fort amounedats.Més bé soun de Rouyalo raço,E l’efan és Rey dins les réns,De Mario la piucélo préns.Sense gran argen al paquétN’an pas un trinc de grand parado,Non menoun que le bourriquétDambé le bioou soun camarado,Diu mentretan és dins les réns,De Mario la piucélo préns.Aprép un penible camiSant Jousép é la santo méro,Que nou saben pas oun dourmi,Ban beilha dins uno feignéro,Oun l’efan que Diu sort des rénsNou laysso plus sa méro préns.Aqui la paillo lour fa liéytSense cousseno ni courtino,Oun las estelos de la néytBezen ajayre lour Regino,E’ naysse l’efan de sous rénsPiucélo toutjour é nou préns.

LL’AN mil siés cens quaranto cinc,Repassen per nostro memorio,Coussi Jousép en paure trincAcoumpaignée le Réy de Glorio,Quand demourabo dins les rénsDe Mario la piucélo préns.

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L’AN mil siés cens quaranto cinc,

L’AN mil siés cens quaranto cinc,

Repassen per nostro memorio,

Coussi Jousép en paure trinc

Acoumpaignée le Réy de Glorio,

Quand demourabo dins les réns

De Mario la piucélo préns.

Jousép é Mario maridatsEn Béthléhen sén ban amaço,Nou soun pas fort amounedats.Més bé soun de Rouyalo raço,E l’efan és Rey dins les réns,De Mario la piucélo préns.

Jousép é Mario maridats

En Béthléhen sén ban amaço,

Nou soun pas fort amounedats.

Més bé soun de Rouyalo raço,

E l’efan és Rey dins les réns,

De Mario la piucélo préns.

Sense gran argen al paquétN’an pas un trinc de grand parado,Non menoun que le bourriquétDambé le bioou soun camarado,Diu mentretan és dins les réns,De Mario la piucélo préns.

Sense gran argen al paquét

N’an pas un trinc de grand parado,

Non menoun que le bourriquét

Dambé le bioou soun camarado,

Diu mentretan és dins les réns,

De Mario la piucélo préns.

Aprép un penible camiSant Jousép é la santo méro,Que nou saben pas oun dourmi,Ban beilha dins uno feignéro,Oun l’efan que Diu sort des rénsNou laysso plus sa méro préns.

Aprép un penible cami

Sant Jousép é la santo méro,

Que nou saben pas oun dourmi,

Ban beilha dins uno feignéro,

Oun l’efan que Diu sort des réns

Nou laysso plus sa méro préns.

Aqui la paillo lour fa liéytSense cousseno ni courtino,Oun las estelos de la néytBezen ajayre lour Regino,E’ naysse l’efan de sous rénsPiucélo toutjour é nou préns.

Aqui la paillo lour fa liéyt

Sense cousseno ni courtino,

Oun las estelos de la néyt

Bezen ajayre lour Regino,

E’ naysse l’efan de sous réns

Piucélo toutjour é nou préns.

JJ’ANTAN po no ruë,Passai lé menétrei,Acouté come ai juë.Su los hauboi dé noei;No devan le feùPo le meù,Chantons an jeusqu’ai méneù.An Deçanbre on trezeule,Dé noei tô lé jor;Dé chantre fot-an-gueule,An antone é carrefor;No devan le feù, &c.Lé borgei dan lai graingeVoù grulló le Pòpon,Chantire ai sai loüaingeDé noei de tô lé ton;No devan le feù, &c.Lé bone jan disireDe noei bé dévo,Ma quant ai lé chantire,Ai n’aivein pa lé pié chau;No devan le feù, &c.Dans lo froide chambrôte,Lé none an ce sain moi,Faute d’autre émusôte,Chante noei queique foi;No devan, &c.Lé prôve laivandeire,Au son de lo rullô,An chante ai lai riveire,Lai téte au van, lé pié mô!No devan, &c.Qui montre au feù sé cueùsseTrepille de chantai,Qui sòfle dan sé peùce,Nán di pa noei si gai’;No devan, &c.

JJ’ANTAN po no ruë,Passai lé menétrei,Acouté come ai juë.Su los hauboi dé noei;No devan le feùPo le meù,Chantons an jeusqu’ai méneù.An Deçanbre on trezeule,Dé noei tô lé jor;Dé chantre fot-an-gueule,An antone é carrefor;No devan le feù, &c.Lé borgei dan lai graingeVoù grulló le Pòpon,Chantire ai sai loüaingeDé noei de tô lé ton;No devan le feù, &c.Lé bone jan disireDe noei bé dévo,Ma quant ai lé chantire,Ai n’aivein pa lé pié chau;No devan le feù, &c.Dans lo froide chambrôte,Lé none an ce sain moi,Faute d’autre émusôte,Chante noei queique foi;No devan, &c.Lé prôve laivandeire,Au son de lo rullô,An chante ai lai riveire,Lai téte au van, lé pié mô!No devan, &c.Qui montre au feù sé cueùsseTrepille de chantai,Qui sòfle dan sé peùce,Nán di pa noei si gai’;No devan, &c.

JJ’ANTAN po no ruë,Passai lé menétrei,Acouté come ai juë.Su los hauboi dé noei;No devan le feùPo le meù,Chantons an jeusqu’ai méneù.

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J’ANTAN po no ruë,

J’ANTAN po no ruë,

Passai lé menétrei,

Acouté come ai juë.

Su los hauboi dé noei;

No devan le feù

Po le meù,

Chantons an jeusqu’ai méneù.

An Deçanbre on trezeule,Dé noei tô lé jor;Dé chantre fot-an-gueule,An antone é carrefor;No devan le feù, &c.

An Deçanbre on trezeule,

Dé noei tô lé jor;

Dé chantre fot-an-gueule,

An antone é carrefor;

No devan le feù, &c.

Lé borgei dan lai graingeVoù grulló le Pòpon,Chantire ai sai loüaingeDé noei de tô lé ton;No devan le feù, &c.

Lé borgei dan lai grainge

Voù grulló le Pòpon,

Chantire ai sai loüainge

Dé noei de tô lé ton;

No devan le feù, &c.

Lé bone jan disireDe noei bé dévo,Ma quant ai lé chantire,Ai n’aivein pa lé pié chau;No devan le feù, &c.

Lé bone jan disire

De noei bé dévo,

Ma quant ai lé chantire,

Ai n’aivein pa lé pié chau;

No devan le feù, &c.

Dans lo froide chambrôte,Lé none an ce sain moi,Faute d’autre émusôte,Chante noei queique foi;No devan, &c.

Dans lo froide chambrôte,

Lé none an ce sain moi,

Faute d’autre émusôte,

Chante noei queique foi;

No devan, &c.

Lé prôve laivandeire,Au son de lo rullô,An chante ai lai riveire,Lai téte au van, lé pié mô!No devan, &c.

Lé prôve laivandeire,

Au son de lo rullô,

An chante ai lai riveire,

Lai téte au van, lé pié mô!

No devan, &c.

Qui montre au feù sé cueùsseTrepille de chantai,Qui sòfle dan sé peùce,Nán di pa noei si gai’;No devan, &c.

Qui montre au feù sé cueùsse

Trepille de chantai,

Qui sòfle dan sé peùce,

Nán di pa noei si gai’;

No devan, &c.

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