‘Jesu, I offer to thee here my pipe, My skirt, my tar-box, and my scrip; Home to my felowes now will I skip, And also look unto my shepe.’ Ut hoy! For in his pipe he made so much joy. IX ‘Now farewell, mine owne herdesman Wat!’-- ‘Yea, for God, lady, even so I hat[624]; Lull well Jesu in thy lap, And farewell, Joseph, with thy round cap!’ Ut hoy! For in his pipe he made so much joy. X ‘Now may I well both hope and sing, For I have bene at Cristes bering; Home to my felowes now will I fling. Crist of heven to his bliss us bring!’ Ut hoy! For in his pipe he made so much joy. FOOTNOTES: [617] tabard = short coat. [618] flagat = flask. [619] taid = tied. [620] braid = time. [621] yode = went. [622] hode = hood. [623] ferly = marvellous. [624] hat = am hight, called. _104. I Saw Three Ships_ I As I sat under a sycamore tree, --A sycamore tree, a sycamore tree, I looked me out upon the sea On Christ’s Sunday at morn. II I saw three ships a-sailing there, --A-sailing there, a-sailing there, Jesu, Mary and Joseph they bare On Christ’s Sunday at morn. III Joseph did whistle and Mary did sing, --Mary did sing, Mary did sing, And all the bells on earth did ring For joy our Lord was born. IV O they sail’d in to Bethlehem! --To Bethlehem, to Bethlehem; Saint Michael was the sterèsman, Saint John sate in the horn[625]. V And all the bells on earth did ring --On earth did ring, on earth did ring: ‘Welcome be thou Heaven’s King, On Christ’s Sunday at morn!’ FOOTNOTES: [625] horn = prow. _105. The Twelve Good Joys_ I The first good joy our Mary had, It was the joy of one, To see her own Son Jesus To suck at her breast bone; To suck at her breast bone, good man, And blessèd may he be, Both Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, To all eternity. II The next good joy our Mary had, It was the joy of two, To see her own son Jesus To make the lame to go; To make the lame to go, good man, &c. III The next good joy our Mary had, It was the joy of three; To see her own Son Jesus To make the blind to see; To make the blind to see, good man, &c. IV The next good joy our Mary had, It was the joy of four, To see her own Son Jesus To read the Bible o’er; To read the Bible o’er, good man, &c. V The next good joy our Mary had, It was the joy of five, To see her own son Jesus To raise the dead alive; To raise the dead alive, good man, &c. VI The next good joy our Mary had. It was the joy of six, To see her own Son Jesus To wear the crucifix; To wear the crucifix, good man, &c. VII