As Joseph was a-walking
He heard an Angel sing:
"This night shall be the birth night
Of Christ our Heavenly King;
"His birth-bed shall be neither
In housen nor in hall,
Nor in the place of Paradise,
But in an ox's stall.
"He neither shall be clothed
In purple nor in pall;
But in the fair white linen
That usen babies all.
"He neither shall be rocked,
In silver nor in gold;
But in a wooden cradle
That lieth on the mould;
"He neither shall be washen
In white wine nor in red;
But with the fair spring water,
That on you shall be shed."
As Joseph was a-walking
Thus did the Angel sing;
And Mary's Son at midnight
Was born to be our King.
"Then be you glad, good people,
At this time of the year;
And light you up your candles,
For His star it shineth clear."
Holy Joseph, pray for us!
Happy Sunday!
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