❧ Christmas carolles newly Imprinted. C depiction of a Nativity scene ¶ A carol of the birth of Chryst ¶ Come to Bethleem and ye shall see Puer natus est hody. A woman a maid in thought & deed A fayret with eyen might no man see With her ugin paps her babe did feed Puer natus est hody. ¶ The child's name is called jesus Gabryel said it should so be joy we together and sing we thus Puer natus est hody. To make us rich, poor was he than With meekness and humility Doubtless he is both god and man Puer natus est hody. ☞ Kings & princes of this did here Together they came a maiden to see Lulling her babe her blessed son dear Puer natus est hody. ☞ N●w blissful maid that bare that birth Prithee son that we may him see To every man that is unkind what should I man do for the more Than my life to be untwind Thou art the fairest creature to find For I the made like unto me And gave the reason, wit and mind Quid ultra. etc. ¶ I love the man above all thing I will be borne for the therefore Because I would to bliss the bring What shuldae I man do for the more By Adam's sin thou was forlorn Evermore punished for to be But for thy miss I bought the sore Quid ultra. ❧ My hands 〈◊〉 ●he cross be spread To yield the mercy if thou wilt crau● Mercy to ask be not dreaded For if thou wilt I will the save When thou art dead and laid in grave And all thy friends from the flee Yet thy soul will I have Quid ultra. etc. ☞ Finis. ¶ Blow the wide still & blow not so shyu My blood man I shed for the all at will Blow the wide still & blow not so shill This pain to suffer is my fathers wil Sinful man thou art unkind To thy maker that made the of nou●●● Thou should keep & have in mind 〈◊〉 How with my blood I the boug●● To save the from the pains of hell That with the fiend thou should not dwell Neither rather to go. Blow the wind still. This pain to suffer. ☞ To a pillar bo●●● both foot & hand T●ll all my senew● 〈◊〉 broad did braced thieves me bet 〈◊〉 they could stand And as they wearied they did them rest And arose a gain and scourged me so Till blood & flesh went the bones fro Blow the wind still. This pain to suffer. ¶ When they me scourged sharp & sure They crowned m● with a thorn A reed in my hand for a sceptre And there they kneeled me before They said to me all hail my king For so was away their saying And mocked me so Blow the wind still: This pain to suffer. ☞ I bore the cross that was so long To calvary where my death was dight My mother followed with rueful song Seeing my travel she fell down right To see me in such pain I brought For the sin man that thou hast wrought She was full wo. Blow the wind still. This pains to suffer. ¶ On the cross they splayed me then And all my body they drew in breed Till flesh and blood thorough the skin ran My hands & feet with holes did bleed They went me fro with one assent And made a knight my heart to rend Thus pained they me though Blow the wind still This pain to suffer. They gave me drink that was not fine The which was eisell mixed with gall They gave it me in stead of wine And I said than made an end was all Than went away my spirit to hell To fetch the souls that there did dwell And in Limbo lay. Blow the wind still This pain to suffer. ¶ Finis. ¶ Farewell advent & have good day christmas is come, now go thy way. GEt the hence what dost thou here Thou hast no love of no beggere Thou makest us fast with evil cheer With farewell advent. Thou takest on the more than doth the lent Theu dwellest so long that thou art shent ¶ When hallelujah is a loft I go gay and sit soft And than I am merry oft As any bird on brere ❧ When laus tibi cometh to town Than me behoveth to kneel down And ever to be in orisowne As it were a frere. ☞ Soon at Easter cometh hallelujah With butter cheese and a tansay It is nothing to my pay That he tarrieth away so long ☞ Might I bide shear thursday Laus tibi shall go away … d I have wept that I may Though he never come us among ¶ Finis. ☞ In the honour of Christ's birth Sing we all with joy and mirth. IN this time of christmas betwixt an ox and an ass A maiden delivered was Of Christ her dear son dear ● The husband of Mary joseph stood her by And said he was ready To serve her if need were. ¶ When she her dear son see She set him on her knee And song hither to me. Cum base thy mother dear▪ ⚜ On her lap she him laid And with her pap he played And ever sang the maid Come base thy mother dear. ☞ With lips coling His mouth oft she did kiss And said sweet heart mine I pray you make good cheer. ☞ To this child let us pray That borne was on this day Of Mary the mild may To grant us all good cheer. ¶ Finis.