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As Joseph was a-walking He heard an angel sing:— "This night there shall be born Our heavenly King. "He neither shall be born In housen, nor in hall, Nor in the place of Paradise, But in an ox's stall. "He neither shall be clothèd In purple nor in pall; But in the fair, white linen, That usen babies all. "He neither shall be rockèd In silver nor in gold, But in a wooden cradle That rocks on the mould. "He neither shall be christened In white wine nor in red, But with fair spring water With which we were christenèd." Mary took her baby, She dressed Him so sweet, She laid Him in a manger, All there for to sleep. As she stood over Him She heard angels sing, "O bless our dear Saviour, Our heavenly King." |