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3. Declare to us, bright star, if we shall seek Him in the morning's blushing cheek,
Or search the beds of spices through,
To find him out? Star. No, this ye need not do;
But only come and see Him rest,
A princely Babe, in's mother's brest. Chor. He's seen ! He's seen I why then around
Let's kisse the sweet and holy ground;
And all rejoyce that we have found
A King, before conception, crown'd.
4. Come then, come then, and let us bring Unto our prettie twelfth-tide King, Each one his severall offering.
Chor. And when night comes wee'l give him •
wassailing; And that his treble honours may be seen, Wee '1 chuse him King, and make his mother
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