  Our shepherds all As pilgrims have departed, Our shepherds all Have gone to Bethlehem. They gladly go For they are all stout-hearted, They gladly go— Ah, could I go with them! I am too lame to walk, Boots and saddles, boots and saddles, I am too lame to walk, Boots and saddles, mount and ride. A shepherd stout Who sang a catamiaulo, A shepherd stout Was walking lazily. He heard me speak And saw me hobbling after, He turned and said He would give help to me. “Here is my horse That flies along the high-road, Here is my horse, The best in all the towns. I bought him from A soldier in the army, I got my horse By payment of five crowns.” When I have seen The Child, the King of Heaven, When I have seen The Child who is God’s son, When to the mother, I my praise have given, When I have finished, All I should have done: No more shall I be lame, Boots and saddles, boots and saddles, No more shall I be lame, Boots and saddles, mount and ride. Included by permission of The H. W. Gray Company. |
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