In every sundry nation,

Where'er we come and see.

Then Jesus, ah! and Joseph,

And Mary, that was unknown, They travelled by a husbandman,

Just while his seed was sown.

God speed thee, man! said Jesus,

Go fetch thy ox and wain, And carry home thy corn again

Which thou this day hast sown.

The husbandman fell on his knees,

Even before his face; Long time hast Thou been looked for,

But now Thou art come at last.

And I myself do now believe

Thy name is Jesus called ; Redeemer of mankind Thou art,

Though undeserving all.

The truth, man, thou hast spoken,

Of it thou may'st be sure,
For I must lose my precious blood

For thee and thousands more.

If any one should come this way,

And inquire for me alone,

The Carnal and the Crane.

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Tell them that Jesus passed by,

As thou thy seed did sow.
After that there came King Herod,

With his train so furiously,
Inquiring of the husbandman,

Whether Jesus passed by.

Why, the truth it must be spoke,

And the truth it must be known, For Jesus passed by this way When

my

seed was sown.

But now I have it reapen,

And some laid on my wain, Ready to fetch and carry

Into my barn again.

Turn back, says the captain,

Your labor and mine’s in vain, It's full three-quarters of a year

Since he his seed sown.

So Herod was deceived

By the work of God's own hand, And further he proceeded

Into the Holy Land.

There's thousands of children young,

Which for His sake did die;

Do not forbid those little ones,

And do not them deny.

The truth now I have spoken,

And the truth now I have shown, Even the blessed Virgin,

She's now brought forth a Son.

The Holy Well.

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THE HOLY WELL.

As it fell out one May morning,

And upon one bright holiday,
Sweet Jesus asked of His dear mother,

If He might go to play.

To play, to play, sweet Jesus shall go,

And to play pray get you gone; And let me hear of no complaint

At night when you come home.

Sweet Jesus went down to yonder town

As far as the Holy Well,
And there did see as fine children

As any tongue can tell.

He said, God bless you every one,
And
your

bodies Christ save and see : Little children, shall I play with you, And

you shall play with me ?

But they made answer to Him, No:
They were lords' and ladies' sons;
And He, the meanest of them all,
Was but a maiden's child, born in an ox's

stall.

Sweet Jesus turned Him around,
And He neither laughed nor smiled,
But the tears came trickling from His eyes
Like water from the skies.

Sweet Jesus turned Him about,

To His mother's dear home went He, And said, I have been in yonder town,

As far as you can see.

I have been down in yonder town

As far as the Holy Well,
There did I meet as fine children

As any tongue can tell.

I bid God bless them every one,

And their bodies Christ save and see : Little children, shall I play with you,

And you shall play with me? ?

But they made answer to me, No:
They were lords' and ladies' sons ;
And I, the meanest of them all,
Was but a maiden's child, born in an ox's

stall.

Though you are but a maiden's child,

Born in an ox's stall,
Thou art the Christ, the King of heaven,

And the Saviour of them all.