Christmas carols

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Christmas carolles newely Imprinted.

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¶A caroll of the byrth of Chryst

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¶Come to Bethleem and ye shal se

Puer natus est hodie.

A woman a mayd in thought and deede

A fayrer with eyen myght no man see

With her virgin paps her babe did fede

Puer natus est hodie.

¶The chyldes name is called Iesus

Gabryel sayde it shulde so be

Ioye we togyther and syng we thus

Puer natus est hodie.

To make vs rych, pore was he than

With mekenes and humylytie

Doutles he is bothe god and man

Puer natus est hodie.

Kynges and prynces of this dyd here

Togyther they came a mayden to see

Lullyng her babe her blessed son dere

Puer natus est hodie.

[Now] blyssful mayde that bare th t byrthe [Now]: rubbed over in copytextbyrthe ='offspring'; see OED s.v. birth n1, 3a

Pr[aye t]hy son that we may hym se Pr[aye t]hy: rubbed over in copytextThe text breaks off here: pages [3]-[6] are wanting in the copytext.

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CC2 begins here.

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To euery man that is vnkynde

What shulde I man do for the more

Than my lyfe to be vntwynde

Thou arte the fayrest creature to fynde

For I the made lyke vnto me

And gaue the reason, wyt and mynde

Quid vltra .etc.

¶I loue the man aboue all-thinge

I wyll be borne for the therfore

Bycause I wolde to blys the brynge

What shulde I man do for the more

By Adams syn thou was forlore

Euermore punysshed for to be

But for thy mys I bought the sore

Quid vltra .[etc.] [etc.]: hole in copytext

My handes [on the] crosse be spread [on the]: hole in copytext

To yelde the mercy yf thou wylt craue

Mercy to aske be nat adred

Fyr yf thou wylt I wyll the saue

Whan thou art dead and layd in graue

And all thy frendes from the flee

Yet thy soule wyll I haue

Quid vltra .etc.

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CC3 begins here.

¶Blow the winde styl and blow nat so shyl

My blode man I shed for the al at wyl

Blowe the winde styl and blowe nat so shyll

This paine to suffre is my fathers wil.

SYnfull man thou art vnkynde

To thy maker that made the of nou[ght] nou[ght]: word rubbed over in copytext

Thou shuld kepe and haue in minde

Howe with my blode I the bought

To saue the from the paynes of hell

That with the fende thou shulde nat dwell

Neyther rather to go.

Blowe the wynde styl.

This payne to suffre.

To a piller boun[de] both fote and hand boun[de]: hole in copytext

Tyll al my senew[es] [b]rode dyd brast senew[es] [b]rode: hole in copytext

The iues me bet [whyle] they coude stand [whyle]: word rubbed over in copytext

And as they weryed they dyd them rest

And arose agayne and scorged me so

Tyll blode and fleshe wente the bones fro

Blowe the wynde styll.

This payne to suffre.

¶Whan they me scorged sharpe and sure

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They crowned me with a thorne

A rede in my hande for a septure septure: =sceptre

And there they kneled me beforne

They sayde to me al hayle my kynge

For so was alway theyr sayenge

And mocked me so

Blowe the wynde styll:

This payne to suffre.

I bare the crosse that was so longe

To Caluery where my deth was dight

My mother folowed with rufull songe

Seyng my trauel she fel downe-ryght

To se me in such payne I_brought

For the syn man that thou hast wrought

She was full wo.

Blowe the wynde styll.

This payne to suffre. payne] paynes 1547

¶On the crosse they splayed me than

And all my body they drewe in brede drewe in brede ='stretched out breadthwise'; see OED s.v. brede n2

Tyl fleshe and blod thorow the skyn ran

My handes and fete with holes dyd blede

They went me fro with one assent

And made a knyght my herte to rent

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Thus payned they me tho

Blowe the wynde styl

This payne to suffre.

They gaue me drynke that was nat fyne

The which was eysell myxte with gall

They gaue it me in-stede of wyne

And I sayd than made an ende was al

Than went away my spirite to hell

To fetche the soules that there dyd dwel

And in Limbo lay.

Blowe the wynde styll

This payne to suffre.

¶ Finis.

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¶Farewell aduent and haue good-daye

Chrystmas is come, nowe go thy way.

GEt the hence what doest thou here

Thou hast no loue of no beggere

Thou makest vs fast with euyll chere

With farewell aduent.

Thou takest on the more than doth the lent

Thou dwellest so long that thou art shent The text breaks off here: pages [11]-[14] are wanting in the copytext.

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CC5 begins here.

The copytext is defective at the beginning so no burden is preserved.

¶Whan alleluya is a_lofte

I go gay and syt softe

And than I am mery ofte

As any byrde on brere

Whan laus tibi cometh to towne

Than me behoueth to knele downe

And euer to be in orisowne

As it were a frere.

Soone at Easter commeth alleluya

With butter chese and a tansay

It is nothynge to my pay

That he taryeth away so longe

Myght I byde shere-thursday

Laus tibi shall go away

[An]d I haue wepte that I may [An]d: hole in copytext

Though he neuer come vs amonge

¶ Finis.

CC6 begins here.

In the honour of Christes byrth

Syng we al with ioye and myrthe.

IN this tyme of Chrystmas

Bytwyxte an oxe and an asse

A mayden delyuered was

Of Christ her dere son dere

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¶The husbande of Mary

[...] Ioseph stoode her by [...]: word rubbed over in copytext

And sayde he was ready

To serue her if nede were.

¶When she her deare sonne se

She set him on her kne

And song hydder to me.

Cum basse thy mother deare

On her lap she him layde

And with her pappe he playde

And euer sang the mayde

Come basse thy mother dere.

With lyppes collyng

His mouth ofte she dyd kysse

And sayd sweetehert myne

I pray you make good chere.

To this chylde let vs pray

That borne was on this day

Of Mary the mylde may

To graunt vs all good chere.

¶ Finis.