Our Saviour Christ and His lady On Christmas day, on Christmas day. Our Saviour Christ and His lady On Christmas day in the morning. Pray, whither sailed those ships all three On Christmas day, on Christmas day? Pray, whither sailed those ships all three On Christmas day in the morning? O they sailed unto Bethlehem On Christmas day, on Christmas day. O they sailed unto Bethlehem On Christmas day in the morning. And all the bells on earth shall ring On Christmas day, on Christmas day. And all the bells on earth shall ring On Christmas day in the morning. And all the angels in heaven shall sing On Christmas day, on Christmas day. And all the angels in heaven shall sing On Christmas day in the morning. And all the souls on earth shall sing On Christmas day, on Christmas day And all the souls on earth shall sing On Christmas day in the morning. Then let us all rejoice amain On Christmas day, on Christmas day. Then let us all rejoice amain On Christmas day in the morning! LATER POEMS AND CAROLS 22. ON THE NATIVITY OF CHRIST _Rorate Coeli desuper!_ Heavens, distil your balmy showers, For now is risen the bright daystar From the Rose Mary, flower of flowers; The clear sun, whom no cloud devours, Surmounting Phoebus in the east, Is comen of his heavenly towers; _Et nobis Puer natus est._ Archangels, angels, dominations, Thrones, potentates, and martyrs seir,[31] And all the heavenly operations, Star, planet, firmament, and sphere, Fire, earth, air, and water clear, To Him give loving, most and least, That come is in so meek maneir; _Et nobis Puer natus est._ Sinners, be glad, and penance do, And thank your Maker heartily, For He, that ye might not come to, To you is comen full humbly, Your soulës with His blood to buy, And loose you of the fiend’s arrest, And only of His own mercy; _Pro nobis Puer natus est._ Celestial fowlës in the air, Sing with your notes upon hight, In firthës and forests fair. Be mirthful now, at all your might, For passed is your dully night; Aurora has the cloudis perced, The sun is risen with gladsome light, _Et nobis Puer natus est._ Now spring up flowrës from the root, Revert you upward naturally, In honour of the blessed fruit That rose up from the Rose Mary; Lay out your leavës lustily, From dead take life now, at the least, In worship of that Prince worthy, _Qui nobis Puer natus est._