PIPE-PLAYING.
Tyrle, Tyrle, so Merrily the Shepherds began to Blow.
About the field they piped full right,
Even about the midst of the night;
Adown from heaven they saw come a light,
Tyrle, tyrle.
Of angels there came a company
With merry songs and melody,
The shepherds anon gan them espy,
Tyrle, tyrle.
Gloria in excelsis the angels sung,
And said how peace was present among,
To every man that to the faith would 'long,
Tyrle, tyrle.
The shepherds hied them to Bethlehem
To see that blessed sun's beam;
And there they found that glorious stream,
Tyrle, tyrle.
Now pray we to that meek Child,
And to his mother that is so mild,
The which was never defiled,
Tyrle, tyrle.
That we may come unto his bliss,
Where joy shall never miss;
That we may sing in Paradise,
Tyrle, tyrle.
I pray you all that be here
For to sing and make good cheer,
In the worship of God this year,
Tyrle, tyrle.
Wright's Songs and Carols.