The landlord bade them begone from his door
(Carillon, Carilla).
“Poor folk” (says he) “must lie where they may,
For the Duke of Jewry comes this way,
With all his train on a Christmas Day.”
And the small child Jesus smile on you.
III.
Poor folk that may my carol hear
(The bells ring single and the bells ring clear),
See! God’s one Child had hardest cheer!