This Tyme Is Born A Chyld Ful Go Lyrics

Man, be merie as bryd on berie, and all thi care let away

This tyme is born a chyld ful good,
He that us bowt upon the rod
He bond the devyl, that is so wod,
Til the drydful domys-day.

Quan the chyld of meche myot
Wold be born of Mary bryot,
A token he sent to kynge and knyot,
A sterre that schon bothe nyzt and day.

The sterre scon as bryot as fer,
Over al the wold, bothe fer and ner,
In tokene he was with-outyn per,
And pereles he xal lastyn ay.

The .viij. day he was circumsise,
For to fulfylle the profecye,
The profetes with wordes wyse
Hymn present with ryche a-ray.

The .xij. day come kynges thre
Out of the Est, with herte fre,
To worchepyn hym thei knelyd on kne,
With gold and myrre and francincens.