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THE CARNAL AND THE CRANE
' We'll choose our virtuous princes.
Of birth and high degree, 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.