She was the purest Virgin,

And the cleanest from sin;

She was the handmaid of our Lord,
And Mother of our King.

Where is the golden cradle
That Christ was rocked in?

Where are the silken sheets
That Jesus was wrapt in?

A manger was the cradle

That Christ was rocked in; The provender the asses left, So sweetly he slept on.

There was a Star in the West land,
So bright it did appear

Into King Herod's chamber,

And where King Herod were.

The Wise Men soon espied it,
And told the King on high,
A princely babe was born that night
No king could e'er destroy.

If this be true, King Herod said,

As thou tellest unto me,

This roasted cock that lies in the dish Shall crow full fences three.

The cock soon freshly feather'd was,
By the work of God's own hand,
And then three fences crowed he,
In the dish where he did stand.

Rise up, rise up, you merry men all,
See that you ready be,
All children under two years old

Now slain they all shall be.

Then Jesus, ah! and Joseph,
And Mary, that was so pure,

They travell'd into Egypt,

And when they came to Egypt's land,

Amongst those fierce wild beasts,

Mary, she being weary,

Must needs sit down to rest.

Come sit thee down, says Jesus,
Come sit thee down by me,

And thou shalt see how these wild beasts
Do come and worship me.

First, came the lovely lion,

Which Jesus's grace did spring,

And of the wild beasts in the field,

The lion shall be the king.

We'll choose our virtuous princes,
Of birth and high degree,
In every sundry nation,

Where'er we come and see.

Then Jesus, ah! and Joseph,
And Mary, that was unknown,
They travelled by a husbandman,
Just while his seed was sown.

God speed thee, man! said Jesus,
Go fetch thy ox and wain,

And carry home thy corn again,
Which thou this day hast sown.

The husbandman fell on his knees,
Even before his face;

Long time hast thou been looked for,
But now thou art come at last;

And I myself do now believe;
Thy name is Jesus called;
Redeemer of mankind thou art,
Though undeserving all.

The truth, man, thou hast spoken,
Of it thou may'st be sure,
For I must lose my precious blood

For thee and thousands more.

If any one should come this way,
And enquire for me alone,
Tell them that Jesus passed by,

As thou thy seed did sow.

After that there came King Herod, With his train so furiously, Enquiring of the husbandman, Whether Jesus passed by.

Why, the truth it must be spoke, And the truth it must be known, For Jesus passed by this way, When my seed was sown.

But now I have it reapen,

And some laid on my wain,

Ready to fetch and carry
Into my barn again.

Turn back, says the Captain,

Your labour and mine's in vain,

It's full three quarters of a year
Since he his seed has sown.

So Herod was deceived

By the work of God's own hand,

And further he proceeded

Into the Holy Land.

There's thousands of children young,
Which for his sake did die,

Do not forbid those little ones,
And do not them deny.

The truth now I have spoken,

And the truth now I have shown;

Even the blessed Virgin,

She's now brought forth a Son.

JOYS SEVEN.

The first good joy our Mary had,
It was the joy of one,

To see her own Son Jesus

To suck at her breast bone;

To suck at her breast bone,

Good man, and blessed may he be, Both Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,

And Christ to eternity.

The next good joy our Mary had,
It was the joy of two,

To see her own Son Jesus

To make the lame to go; To make the lame to go,

Good man, &c.