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CHRISTMAS


   And a fair old man;
      Upon the straw she lay.
                    Nowell, &c.

   And a little CHILD
      On her arm had she;
   'Wot ye who this is?'
      Said the hinds to me.
                    Nowell, &c.

   Ox and ass him know,
      Kneeling on their knee:
   Wondrous joy had I
      This little BABE to see.
                    Nowell, &c.

   This is CHRIST the Lord,
      Masters, be ye glad!
   Christmas is come in,
      And no folk should be sad.
                    Nowell, &c.



THE ADORATION OF THE WISE MEN

Saw you never in the twilight,
   When the sun had left the skies,
Up in heaven the clear stars shining,
   Through the gloom like silver eyes?