That Lord is of mankynne.
Lete us go fforthe fast on hye,
And honowre that babe wurthylye,
With merthe, songe, and melodye;
Have do! this songe begynne!
Tunc pastores cantabunt “Stella cæli extirpavit.” Quo facto, ibunt ad querendum Christum.
Primus Pastor. Heyle floure of floures, fayrest i-fownde!
Heyle, perle peerles, prime rose of prise!
Heyl, blome on hedde! we xul be unbownde
with thi blody woundys and werkys fulle wyse.