Thi bryght hevyn thou to-breke,
And medele the with a mayde.
This prophecye is now spad,
Cryst in our kende is clad,
Therfore mankend may be glad,
As prophetes beforn han seyd.
“Gloria in excelsis deo,” Cantent.
Primus Pastor. Ey, ey! this was a wondyr note,
That was now songyn above the sky!
I have that voys, fful wele I wote,