Primus Pastor.

Hail, comely and clean,
Hail, young Child!
Hail, Maker born e'en
Of a Maiden so mild!
Thou hast cursed, I ween,
The false fiend so wild;
The giver of teen,
Now goes he beguiled.
Lo! He merries.
So He laughis, my Sweeting,
A welfare meeting!
I have holden my heting
Have a bob of cherries.

Secundus Pastor.

Hail, Sovereign Saviour,
For Thou hast us sought!
Hail child, hail flower
That all things hast wrought!
Hail, full of favour,
That made all of nought!
Hail! I kneel and cower,
A bird have I brought,
To my bairn.
Hail, little tiny Mop!
Of our creed Thou art crop;
I would drink on thy cop
Little day star.

Tertius Pastor.

Hail, darling Dear,
Full of Godhede!
I pray Thee be near
When I have need.
Hail! — sweet is Thy cheer.
My heart woulde bleed
To see Thee sit here
In such poori weed
And with no pennies.
Hail! put forth Thy dall
I bring but a ball;
Have, and play Thee withal
And go to the tennis!