Thei songe gle glo glory.
Secundus Pastor. Nay, so mot y the, so was it nowth,
I have that songe fful wele I num,
In my wytt weyl it is wrought:—
It was gle glo glas glum.
Tertius Pastor. The songe me thought it was glory;
And aftyrwarde he seyd us to,—
Ther is a chylde born xal be a prynce myghty,
ffor to seke that chylde I rede we go.
Primus Pastor. The prophecye of Boosdras is spedly sped;