@3Can I not sing ut hoy When the jolly shepherd made so much joy.@1 The shepherd upon a hill he sat, He had on him his tabard and his hat, His tarbox, his pipe and his flagat. His name was called Jolly, Jolly Wat; For he was a good herdes boy. @3Ut hoy!@1 For in his pipe he made so much joy. The shepherd upon a hill was laid, His dog to his girdle was tied, He had not slept but a little broyd, But @3Gloria in excelsis@1 was to him said. @3Ut hoy!@1 For in his pipe he made so much joy. The shepherd on a hill he stood, Round about him his sheep they yode He put his hand under his hood, He saw a star as red as blood. @3Ut hoy!@1 For in his pipe he made so much joy. 'Now farewell, Mall, and also Will, For my love, go ye all still Unto I come again you till; And evermore, Will, ring well thy bell.' @3Ut hoy!@1 For in his pipe he made so much joy. 'Now must I go where Christ was born; Farewell! I come again to-morn. Dog, keep well my sheep from the corn, And warn well, warroke, when I blow my horn.' @3Ut hoy!@1 For in his pipe he made so much joy. The shepherd said anon right: 'I will go see yon marvellous sight Whereas the angel singeth on height, And the star that shineth so bright.' @3Ut hoy!@1 For in his pipe he made so much joy. When Wat to Bethlehem come was, He sweat; he had gone faster than a pace; He found Jesu in a simple place, Between an ox and an ass. @3Ut hoy!@1 For in his pipe he made so much joy. 'Jesu, I offer to thee my pipe, My skirt, my tarbox and my scrip. Home to my fellows now will I skip, And also look unto my sheep.' @3Ut hoy!@1 For in his pipe he made so much joy. 'Now farewell, mine own herdsman Wat!' -- 'Yea, 'fore God, Lady, my name is that! Lull well Jesu in thy lap; And farewell, Joseph, in thy round cap!' @3Ut hoy!@1 For in his pipe he made so much joy. 'Now may I well both hop and sing For I have been at Christ's bearing. Home to my fellows now will I fling, Christ of heaven to His bliss us bring!' @3Ut hoy!@1 For in his pipe he made so much joy. |