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Title: Masters, In This Hall
Author: Harrison S. Morris [
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"To Bethl'em did they go, the shepherds three;
To Bethl'em did they go to see whe'r it were so or no,
Whether Christ were born or no
To set men free."
Masters, in this hall,
Hear ye news to-day
Brought over sea,
And ever I you pray.
_Nowell! Nowell! Nowell! Nowell!_
_Sing we clear!_
_Holpen are all folk on earth,_
_Born is God's Son so dear._
Going over the hills,
Through the milk-white snow,
Heard I ewes bleat
While the winds did blow.
_Nowell, etc._
Shepherds many an one
Sat among the sheep;
No man spake more word
Than they had been asleep.
_Nowell, etc._
Quoth I, "Fellows mine,
Why this guise sit ye?
Making but dull cheer,
Shepherds though ye be?
_Nowell, etc._
"Shepherds should of right
Leap, and dance, and sing;
Thus to see you sit
Is a right strange thing."
_Nowell, etc._
Quoth these fellows three,
"To Bethl'em town we go,
To see a Mighty Lord
Lie in manger low."
_Nowell, etc._
"How name ye this Lord,
Shepherds?" then said I.
"Very God," they said,
"Come from Heaven high."
_Nowell, etc._
Then to Bethl'em town
We went two and two,
And in a sorry place
Heard the oxen low.
_Nowell, etc._
Therein did we see
A sweet and goodly May,
And a fair old man;
Upon the straw she lay.
_Nowell, etc._
And a little Child
On her arm had she;
"Wot ye who is this?"
Said the hinds to me.
_Nowell, etc._
Ox and ass Him know,
Kneeling on their knee:
Wondrous joy had I
This little Babe to see.
_Nowell, etc._
This is Christ the Lord:
Masters, be ye glad!
Christmas is come in,
And no folk should be sad.
_Nowell, etc._
_William Morris._
_The Worship Of The Babe._
"Rejoice, our Saviour He was born
On Christmas day in the morning."
_Old Carol._
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Harrison S. Morris's poem: Masters, In This Hall
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