ON OATEN PIPES.
As I rode out this enderes night,
Of three ioli sheppardes I saw a sight,
And all abowte there fold a star shone bright;
They sang, terli, terlow;
So mereli the sheppardes their pipes can blow.
Doune from heaven, from heaven so hie,
Of angeles ther came a great companie,
With mirthe, and joy, and great solemnitye,
The sange, terly, terlow;
So mereli the sheppardes their pipes can blow.
Coventry Mysteries.
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.