"The real trick to life is not to be in the know, but to be in the mystery."
-Fred Alan Wolf

19 December 2009

Past three o'clock on a cold and frosty morning

Past Three O'Clock
Old English Carole
(George Ratcliff Woodward)

Past three o'clock,
On a cold frosty morning,
Past three o'clock,
Good morrow masters all.

Born is a baby
Gentle as may be,
Son of the Eternal
Father supernal.

Seraph choir singeth,
Angel bell ringeth,
Hark how they rhyme it,
Time it and chime it!

Mid earth rejoices
Hearing such voices.
Ne'ertofore so well
Carolling nowell!

Hinds o'er the pearly
Dewy lawn early
Seek the high stranger
Laid in the manager.

Cheese from the dairy
Bring they for Mary,
And, not for money,
Butter and honey.

Light out of star-land
Leadeth from far land
Princes, to meet him,
Worship and greet him.

Myrrh from full coffer,
Incense they offer;
Nor is the golden
Nugget withholden.
Thus they: I pray you,
Up sirs, nor stay you
Till ye confess him
Likewise and bless him.

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