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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A18696	[Christmas carols]		1528 (1528)	STC 5204.3; ESTC S290	4,406	19

¶ Gaudeamꝰ synge we ī hoc sacro tꝑe Puer nobis natus ē ex Maria virgine ¶ Mary moder come and se Thy sone is nayled on a tre Hande and fote he may not go His body is wrapped all in wo ¶ Vpon a tre nayled he is To brynge vs all to heuen blyss For Adam that dyde amysse For an aple that was so fre ¶ From his heed vnto his too His skynne is torne and flesske also His body is bothe wanne and blo And nayled he is on a tre ¶ Thy louely sone that thou hast borne Is crowned with a crowne of thorne To saue mankynde that was but lorne And brynge man but to his liberte ¶ whan Iohan this tale began to tell Mary wolde no lenger dwell But went amonge the Iewes fell where she myght her sone se ¶ My swete sone that arte me dere why hangest thou on rode here Thy hede is wrythen all in a brere Louely sone what may this be ¶ Moder to Iohan I the betake Iohan kepe this woman for my sake On rode I am emendes to make For synfull man as ye may se ¶ This game of loue I must play For mannes soule it is no nay There is no man that goth by the way But on my body he may haue pyte ¶ This payne that men haue me wrought For synfull soules I haue it bought Of all this smerte yet rewe I nought If man wolde be kynde to me ¶ My blode coleth my fleshe doth fall I am athryst after drynke I call They gyue me eylyll menged with gall A wors drinke may there be none ¶ Fader my soule to the I betake My body dyeth for mannes sake To hell I must without en make Mankynde for to make fre ¶ God that deyed for vs all Borne of a mayde in an oxe stall Graunt vs his realme celestyall Amen / amen / for charyte Finis ¶ Of saynt Steuen ¶ To saynt Steuē wyll we pray To pray for vs bothe nyght and day OF saynt Steuen goddes knyght That preched the fayth day nyght He tolde the Iewes as it was ryght That Chryst was borne of a may ¶ The Iewes sayd in grete scorne That Christ was not of a mayde borne Than sayd Steuen ye are but lorne ¶ And all that beleue in your lay ¶ Now is spronge the welle of lyfe Of Mary moder mayde and wyfe Therfore the Iewes fell at stryfe ¶ And with steuē thā dyspu●ed they ¶ The wycked Iewes at the last Stones at Steuen they gan cast His hed and armes they all to brast And made his body in foule aray ¶ Steuen that was full mylde of mode Thought he were all reed in blode In his prayers styll he stode And cryeng to good thus he dyde say ¶ Lorde god for thy myghtfull grace Forgyue the Iewes theyr trespace And gyue theym grace to se thy face In the Ioye that lasteth aye ¶ To heuen he loketh soone on hye To the father and sone truly And to the holy goost he gan cry Receyue my soule I the pray ¶ God receyued his boone anone Downe came aungeles many one They toke his soule to heuē dyd gone To blyssednesse that lasteth ay ¶ To that blysse that is so goode Them that dyed vpon the roode Graunt vs for his precyous bloode Our saluacyon at domes day ¶ Finis ¶ Of saynt Iohn̄ ¶ Pray for vs to god on hye Blyssed saynt Iohan and our lady O Blessyd Iohan t●e euangelyst Ryght dere beloued of Iesu cryst The preuyte of heuē in erthe thou wyst As touchynge to the trynyte ¶ That prynce that is withouten pere To Iohan he toke his mode dere All whyle ●he lyued in erthe here That vyrgyns were bothe he and she ¶ This noble Iohan that we of rede Informed vz of Chrystes dede The whyle that he on erthe yede In his gospell so fynde we ¶ whan Chryston crosse hanged so hy He sayd vnto his moder Mary Lo there thy sone standynge the by ¶ And se thy moder Iohan sayd he ¶ Nowe pray we to this saynt echone For vs to pray to god in trone Out of this lyfe whan we shall gone To se hym in his mayeste ¶ Finis ¶ A caroll of the Innocentes ¶ Marke this songe for it is trewe For it is trewe as clerkes tell In olde tyme straūg thyngꝭ cam to pas Grete wonder grete meruayll was In Israell ¶ There was one Octauyan Octauyan of Rome Emperour As bokes olde doth specyfye Of all the wyde worlde trulye He was lorde and gouernour ¶ The Iewes that tyme lackyd a kyng They lackyd a kyng to gyde them well The Emperour of power and myght Chose one Herode agaynst all ryght In Israell This Herode thā was kyng of Iewys was kyng of Iewys he no Iewe For sothe he was a panym borne wherfore on fayth it may be sworne He reygned kynge vntrewe ¶ By prophesye one Isay One I say / at lest dyd tell A chylde sholde come wōderous newys that shold be borne trewe kyng of Iewys In Israell This Herode knew one borne shold be One borne sholde be of trewe lenage That sholde be ryght herytour For he but by the Emperour was made by vsurpage wherfore of throught this kyng Herode This kynge Herode in grete fere fell For all the days most in his myrth Euer he fered Chrystes byrth In Israhell ¶ The tyme came it pleased god It pleased god so to come so pas For mannes soule in dede His blyssed sone was borne wyth spede As his wyll was ¶ Tydynges came to kynke Herode To kynge Herode / and dyd hym tell That one borne forsoth is he whiche lorde and kynge of all shall be In Israell ¶ Herode thā raged as he were woode As he were wode of this tydynge And sent for all his serybes sure yet wolde he not trust the scrypture Nor of theyr councellynge ¶ Than this was the conclusyon The conclusyon of his councell To sende vnto his knyghtes anone To sle the chylderne euerychone In Israell ¶ This cruell kynge this tyranny This tyranny dyd put in vre Bytwene a day and yeres too All men chylderne he dyd sloo Of Cryst for to be sure ¶ Yet Herode myssed his cruell pray His cruell pray as was goddes wyll Ioseph with Mary than dyd fle with Chryst to Egypt gone was she From Israell ¶ All this whyle this tyrantes This tyrantes wolde not cōuert But innocentes yonge That lay sokynge They thryst to the herte ¶ This Herode sought the chyldren This chyldren yonge with corage fell But in doynge thys vengeaunce His owne sone was slayne by chaunce In Israell ¶ Alas I thynke the moders were wo The moders were wo it was grete skyl what motherly payne To se them slayne In cradels lyeng styll ¶ But god hym selfe hath theym electe Hath theym electe / in heuyn to dwell For they were bathed in theyr blode For theyr baptym for soth it stode In Israell ¶ Alas agayne what hartes