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To play, to play, sweet Jesus shall go,
And to play pray get you gone, And let me hear of no complaint
At night when you come home.
Sweet Jesus went down to yonder town,
As far as the Holy Well, And there did see as fine children
As any tongue can tell.
He said, God bless you every one, And your bodies Christ save and see :
Little children, shall I play with you, And you shall play with me.
But they made answer to him, No :
They were lords' and ladies' sons ;
And he, the meanest of them all,
Was but a maiden's child, born in an ox's stall.
Sweet Jesus turned him around,
And he neither laugh'd nor smil'd,
But the tears came trickling from his eyes
Like water from the skies.
Sweet Jesus turned him about,
To his Mother's dear home went he,
And said, I have been in yonder town, As after you may see. |
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