4. “And if the news be true, good man, That you are telling me, Make this roasted cock to crow three times In the dish which here we see.” 5. Oh, it’s straight away the cock did rise, All feathered to the hand; Three times the roasted cock did crow On the dish where it did stand. [Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration] King Pharaoh—Part II. [Illustration] [Music: THE MIRACULOUS HARVEST] 1. Oh, Joseph, Mary, and Jesus Were travelling for the west; When Mary grew a-weary She might sit down and rest. 2. They travelled further and further, The weather being so warm, Till they came unto a husbandman A-sowing of his corn. 3. “Come, husbandman,” cried Jesus, “Cast all your seed away, And carry home as ripened corn What you have sowed this day. 4. “To keep your wife and family From sorrow, grief, and pain, And keep Christ in remembrance Till seed-time comes again.” [Illustration] The Black Decree [Illustration] A SHROPSHIRE VERSION. 1. Let Christians all with one accord rejoice And praises sing with heart as well as voice, To God on high, for wonders He hath done In sending us His well belovèd Son. 2. The night before that happy day of grace The Virgin Mother, she had no resting place; She and her pious Joseph were so low They scarcely knew which way or where to go. 3. For they were forced to wander up and down And they could find no lodging in the town; But in an ox’s stall where beasts are fed His mother made our Lord His lowly bed. 4. Three wise men by a star were thither brought And found the blessèd Babe they long had sought. The best of spices and rich costly things They humbly offered unto the King of kings. 5. Then rather than the Lord of life betray They worshipped Him and went another way, Which so enraged the wicked Herod then (The Jewish king, the very worst of men); 6. He caused young harmless infants to be killed; All under two years old, their blood was spilled. Dear parents’ tears could not his rage prevent, Nor pity move the tyrant to repent. 7. The Black Decree went all the country round, To kill and murder children both sick and sound; They tore young infants from their mothers’ breast, Thinking to murder Christ among the rest. 8. But God above, Who knew what would be done, Had sent to Egypt His Belovèd Son: Where with His earthly parents He was fed Until that cruel tyrant he was dead. [Illustration] [Music: The Black Decree] [Illustration] Somersetshire Wassail [Illustration] [Music] 1. Wassail! wassail! all round the town, For the cup is white and the ale is brown, For it’s our wassail, and ’tis your wassail, And ’tis joy come to our jolly wassail!