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We '11 choose our virtuous princt
Of birth and high degree, In every sundry nation,
Where'er we come and see.
Then Jesus, ah I 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. |
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