King Herod, Troubled With The Star Lyrics

1. King Herod, troubled with the Star,
That led the Eastern Sages
To view the Babe, whose goings are
Before the birth of ages,
Grew mighty wroth because the Kings,
Returning not, did jape him:
He therefore bade his underlings,
(Left Jesu should escape him)
Hew and hack, hack, hack,
Hew and hack asunder
All baby boys nigh Bethlehem
From ij year old and under.

2. In Ramah, Rachel, weep no more,
But let thy joy be mickle:
For, though thy pretty buds be shore
By Death's unruthful sickle,
They are but taken to the land
Of everlasting flowers:
Where Christ, as gardener, hath command
Of amarantine bowers.
Wherefore flog, sing, sing, sing,
Wherefore sing for gladness;
Because for Paradise thy bairns
Have left this vale of sadness.