Lordings list, for we tell you true, Christmas loves the jolly crew That cloudy care defy: His liberal board is deftly spread With manchet loaves and wastel-bread; His guests with fish and flesh are fed, Nor lack the stately pye. Lordings, you know that far and near, The saying is, “Who gives good cheer, And freely spends his treasure; On him will bounteous Heaven bestow Twice treble blessings here below; His happy hours shall sweetly flow, In never-ceasing pleasure.” Lordings, believe us, knaves abound, In every place are flatterers found, May all their arts be vain! But chiefly from these scenes of joy, Chase sordid souls that mirth annoy, And all who with their base alloy, Turn pleasure into pain. Christmas quaffs our English wines, Nor Gascoigne juice, nor French declines, Nor liquor of Anjou: He puts th’ insidious goblet round, Till all the guests in sleep are drown’d Then wakes ’em with the tabor’s sound, And plays the prank anew. Lordings, it is our host’s command, And Christmas joins him hand in hand, To drain the brimming bowl: And I’ll be foremost to obey: Then pledge me, sirs, and drink away, For Christmas revels here to day, And sways without controul. Now wassel to you all, and merry may ye be! But foul that wight befall, who drinks not health to me! III. WELCŪ ȝole in good array, In worship of þ^{e} holiday, Welcū be þ^{u} heuē kyng, Welcū þ^{u} born ī on mornyng, Welcū to þ^{e} now wil we syng, Welcū ȝole for eu^{r} & ay, Welcū be þ^{u} mare myld, Welcū be þ^{u} & þ^{i} child, Welcū fro þ^{e} fynd þ^{u} as schilde, Welcū ȝole for eu^{r} & ay, Welcū be ȝ^{e} steuē & ione, Welcū childrn eūechone, Welcū thomas, mart^{r}, all on, Welcū ȝole for eu^{r} & ay, Welcū be þ^{u} good newyere, Welcū þ^{e} xij days efere, Welcū be ye all þ~t~ bene here, Welcū ȝole for ew^{r} & ay, Welcū be ȝe lord and lady, Welcū be ȝe all þis cūpane, ffore ȝolis love makis mere, Welcū ȝole fore ew^{r} & ay. IV. NAY iuy, nay, hyt shall not be I wys, Let holy hafe þ^{e} maystry as þ^{e} maner ys. Holy stond in þ^{e} hall fayre to behold, Iuy stond w^{t} out þ^{e} dore, she ys ful sore a cold. Nay iuy, &c. Holy and hys mery men þey dawnsyn & þey syng, Iuy and her maydenys þey wepyn & þey wryng. Nay, &c. Iuy hath a lyve she laghtyt w^{t} þe colde, So mot þey all ha fae þ^{t} w^{t} jvy hold. Nay iuy, nay, hyt, &c.