_Man, be merry as bird on berry_
_And all thy care let away._
This time is born a child full good,
He that us bought upon the rood;
He bound the devil that is so wood,
Till the dreadful doomës-day.
When the child of mickle might
Would be born of Mary bright,
A token he sent to king and knight,
A star that shone both night and day.
The star shone as bright as fire,
Over all the world both far and near,
In token He was without peer;
And peerless he shall lasten ay.
The xii day come kingës three
Out of the east, with heartë free;
To worship Him they kneeled on knee
With gold and myrrh and frankincense.