Voice 1:
IN numbers, and but these few,
I sing Thy Birth, Oh JESU!
Thou pretty Baby, borne here,
With sup'rabundant scorn here:
Who for Thy Princely Port here,
Hadst for Thy place
Of Birth, a base
Out-stable for thy Court here.
Voice 2:
Instead of neat Enclosures
Of inter-woven Osiers;
Instead of fragrant Posies
Of Daffadills and Roses;
Thy cradle, Kingly Stranger,
As Gospel tells,
Was nothing else,
But, here, a homely manger.
Voice 3:
But we with Silks, (not Crewels)
With sundry precious Jewels,
And Lily-work will dress Thee;
And as we dispossess Thee
Of clouts, we'll make a chamber
Sweet Babe, for Thee,
Of Ivory,
And plaster'd round with Amber.
Voice 4:
The Jews they did disdain Thee,
But we will entertain Thee
With Glories to await here
Upon Thy Princely State here,
And more for love, than pity.
From year to year
We'll make Thee here
A Free-born of our City.
IN numbers, and but these few,
I sing Thy Birth, Oh JESU!
Thou pretty Baby, borne here,
With sup'rabundant scorn here:
Who for Thy Princely Port here,
Hadst for Thy place
Of Birth, a base
Out-stable for thy Court here.
Voice 2:
Instead of neat Enclosures
Of inter-woven Osiers;
Instead of fragrant Posies
Of Daffadills and Roses;
Thy cradle, Kingly Stranger,
As Gospel tells,
Was nothing else,
But, here, a homely manger.
Voice 3:
But we with Silks, (not Crewels)
With sundry precious Jewels,
And Lily-work will dress Thee;
And as we dispossess Thee
Of clouts, we'll make a chamber
Sweet Babe, for Thee,
Of Ivory,
And plaster'd round with Amber.
Voice 4:
The Jews they did disdain Thee,
But we will entertain Thee
With Glories to await here
Upon Thy Princely State here,
And more for love, than pity.
From year to year
We'll make Thee here
A Free-born of our City.