  Can I not sing but ‘Hoy’, Whan the joly shepard made so much joy? IThe shepard upon a hill he sat; He had on him his tabard His tarbox, his pipe, and his flagat His name was callÈd Joly Joly Wat, For he was a gud herdÉs boy. Ut hoy! For in his pipe he made so much joy. IIThe shepard upon a hill was laid; His dog unto his girdell was taid He had not slept but a litill braid But ‘Gloria in excelsis’ was to him said. Ut hoy! For in his pipe he made so much joy. IIIThe shepard on a hill he stode; Round about him his shepe they yode He put his hond under his hode He saw a star as rede as blode. Ut hoy! For in his pipe he made so much joy. IVThe shepard said anon right, ‘I will go see yon ferly Whereas the angel singeth on hight, And the star that shineth so bright.’ Ut hoy! For in his pipe he made so much joy. V‘Now farewell, Mall, and also Will! For my love go ye all still Unto I cum again you till, And evermore, Will, ring well thy bell.’ Ut hoy! For in his pipe he made so much joy. VI‘Now must I go there Crist was born; Farewell! I cum again to-morn. Dog, kepe well my shepe fro the corn, And warn well “Warroke” when I blow my horn!’ Ut hoy! For in his pipe he made so much joy. VIIWhan Wat to Bedlem cumen was, He swet, he had gone faster than a pace; He found Jesu in a simpell place, Betwen an ox but and an asse. Ut hoy! For in his pipe he made so much joy. VIII‘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 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: |
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