  IMark this song, for it is true, For it is true as clerkÈs tell: In old time strange things came to pass, Great wonder and great marvel was In Israel. IIThere was one Octavian, Octavian of Rome Emperour, As bookÈs old doe specify, Of all the wide world truËly He was lord and governour. IIIThe Jews that time lackÈd a king, They lackÈd a king to guide them well, The Emperour of power and might, Chose one Herod against all right, In Israel. IVThis Herod then was King of Jews Was King of Jews, and he no Jew. Forsooth he was a Paynim born, Wherefore on faith it may be sworn He reignÈd King untrue. VBy prophecy one IsaÏ, One IsaÏ at least did tell A child should come (wondrous news) That should be born true King of Jews In Israel. VIThis Herod knew one born should be, One born should be of true linÀge, That should be right heritour; For he but by the Emperour Was made by usurpage. VIIWherefore of thought this King Herod, This King Herod in great fear fell, For all the days most in his mirth, Ever he fearÈd Christ his birth In Israel. VIIIThe time came it pleasÈd God, It pleasÈd God so to come to pass, For man’s soul indeed His blessed Son was born with speed As his will was. IXTidings came to King Herod, To King Herod, and did him tell, That one born forsooth is he, Which lord and king of all shall be In Israel. XHerod then raged as he were wode As he were wode of this tidÌng, And sent for all his scribÈs sure, Yet would he not trust the Scripture, Nor of their counselling. XIThen this was the conclusion, The conclusion of his counsÈl; To send unto his knights anon To slay the children every one In Israel. XIIThis cruel king this tyranny, This tyranny did put in ure Between a day and years two All men-children he did slew, Of Christ for to be sure. XIIIYet Herod miss’d his cruel prey, His cruel prey as was God’s will; Joseph with Mary then did flee; With Christ to Egypt gone was she From Israel. XIVAll the while these tyrÀnts, These tyrÀnts would not convert, But innocents ying That lay sucking, They thrust to the heart. XVThis Herod sought the children ying, The children ying, with courage fell, But in doing this vengeÀnce His own son was slain by chance In Israel. XVIAlace! I think the mothers were woe, The mothers were woe, it was great skill What motherly pain To see them slain In cradles lying still! XVIIBut God Himself hath them elect, Hath them elect, in heaven to dwell: For they were bathÈd in their blood, For their Baptism forsooth it stood In Israel. XVIIIAlace! again what hearts had they, What hearts had they those babes to kill! With swords when they them caught, In cradles they lay and laught, And never thought ill. |
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