Now must I go there Christ was born, Farewell! I come again to-morn, Dog, keep well my sheep fro the corn! And warn well Warroke when I blow my horn! Ut hoy! For in his pipe he made so much joy! _Can I not sing, etc._ When Wat to Bethlehem come was, He sweat, he had gone faster than a pace, He found Jesus in a simple place, Between an ox and an ass. Ut hoy! For in [his] pipe he made so much joy! _Can I not sing, etc._ The shepherd said anon right: I will go see yon farly sight, Where as the angel singeth on height, And the star that shineth so bright! Ut hoy! For in [his] pipe he made so much joy! _Can I not sing, etc._ Jesus, I offer to thee here my pipe, My skirt, my tarbox and my scrip, Home to my fellows now will I skip, And also look unto my sheep! Ut hoy! For in his pipe he made so much joy! _Can I not sing, etc._ Now farewell, mine own herds-man Wat! Yea, fore God, Lady, even so I hat! Lull well Jesus in thy lap, And farewell Joseph, with thy round cap! Ut hoy! For in his pipe he made so much joy! _Can I not sing, etc._ Now may I well both hope 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! Ut hoy! For in his pipe he made so much joy! _Can I not sing, etc._ _Now have good day, now have good day! I am Christmas, and now I go my way!_ Here have I dwelt with more and less, From Hallow-tide till Candlemas! And now must I from you hence pass, _Now have good day!_ I take my leave of King and Knight, And Earl, Baron, and lady bright! To wilderness I must me dight! _Now have good day!_ And at the good lord of this hall, I take my leave, and of guestes all! Methinks I hear Lent doth call, _Now have good day!_ And at every worthy officer, Marshall, panter, and butler, I take my leave as for this year, _Now have good day!_ Another year I trust I shall Make merry in this hall! If rest and peace in England may fall! _Now have good day!_ But often times I have heard say, That he is loth to part away, That often biddeth "have good day!" _Now have good day!_ Now fare ye well all in-fere! Now fare ye well for all this year, Yet for my sake make ye good cheer! _Now have good day!_ _Now sing we with angels Gloria in excelsis!_ A babe is born to bliss us bring; I heard a maid lullay and sing; She said "dear Son, leave thy weeping, Thy Father is the King of bliss." _Now sing we, etc._ "Lullay," she said and sang also, "Mine own dear Son, why art thou woe? Have I not done as I should do? Thy grievance tell me what it is." _Now sing we, etc._