"Nay, dear mother, for thee weep I nought, But for the woe that shall be wrought To me, or I mankind have bought, Was never sorrow like it, i-wis." _Now sing we, etc._ "Peace, dear Son, tell me not so! Thou art my child, I have no mo! Should I see men mine own Son slo? Alas, my dear Son, what means this?" _Now sing we, etc._ "My hands, mother, that ye may see, Shall be nailed unto a tree! My feet also fast shall be; Men shall weep that shall see this!" _Now sing we, etc._ "Ah, dear Son, hard is my hap! See my child that sucked my pap, His hands, his feet that I did wrap Be so nailed, that never did amiss!" _Now sing we, etc._ "Ah, dear mother, yet shall a spear My heart in sunder all to-tear; No wonder if I carefull were, And weep full sore to think on this!" _Now sing we, etc._ "Ah, dear Son, shall I see this? Thou art my child and I thy mother, i-wis! When Gabriel called me, full of grace, He told me nothing of this!" _Now sing we, etc._ "Ah, dear mother, through my hair To thrust in thorns they will not spare! Alas, mother, I am full of care That ye shall see this heaviness!" _Now sing we, etc._ "Ah dear Son, leave thy weeping! Thou bringst my heart in great mourning; A careful song now may I sing, This tidings hard to me it is!" _Now sing we, etc._ "Ah, peace, dear mother, I thee pray! And comfort me all that ye may, And sing 'by by, lullay lullay,' To put away all heaviness." _Now sing we, etc._ _Caput apri refero Resonens laudes domino._ The boar's head in hands I bring, With garlands gay and birds singing! I pray you all help me to sing, _Qui estis in convivio!_ The boar's head I understand, Is chief service in all this land, Wheresoever it may be found, _Servitur cum sinapio!_ The boar's head I dare well say, Anon after the twelfth day, He taketh his leave and goeth away! _Exivit tunc de patria!_ _I pray you be merry and sing with me, In worship of Christ's Nativity!_ Into this world this day did come Jesus Christ, both God and man, Lord and servant in one person, Born of the blessed Virgin Mary! _I pray, etc._ He that was rich without any need Appeared in this world in right poor weed, To make us, that were poor indeed, Rich without any need truly! _I pray, etc._ A stable was his chamber, a crach was his bed, He had not a pillow to lay under His head, With maiden's milk that babe was fed, In poor clothes was lapped the Lord Almighty! _I pray, etc._ A noble lesson here is us taught, To set all worldly riches at nought! But pray we that we may be thither brought Where riches is everlastingly! _I pray, etc._ EXPLICIT. _Noel, noel, noel, noel! This is the salutation of Gabriel!_