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Unto the place where he was born, Unto the Emperor to be sworn, To pay a tribute that is duly known, Both for himself and his dearest dear.
And when they were to Bethlehem come, The inns were rilled both all and some, For Joseph entreated them every one, But could get no bed for his dearest dear.
Then were they constrained presently Within a stable all night to lie, Where they did oxen and asses tie
With his true love and his dearest dear.
The Virgin pure thought it no scorn To lie in such a place forlorn, But against the next morning our Saviour was born, Even Jesus Christ, our dearest dear.
The King of all power in Bethlehem born, Who wore for our sakes a crown of thorn ; Then God preserve us both even and morn, For Jesus' sake, our dearest dear. |
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