V
‘Now farewell, Mall, and also Will!
For my love go ye all still
Unto I cum again you till,
And evermore, Will, ring well thy bell.’
Ut hoy!
For in his pipe he made so much joy.
VI
‘Now must I go there Crist was born;
Farewell! I cum again to-morn.
Dog, kepe well my shepe fro the corn,
And warn well “Warroke” when I blow my horn!’
Ut hoy!
For in his pipe he made so much joy.
VII
Whan Wat to Bedlem cumen was,
He swet, he had gone faster than a pace;
He found Jesu in a simpell place,
Betwen an ox but and an asse.
Ut hoy!
For in his pipe he made so much joy.
VIII
‘Jesu, I offer to thee here my pipe,
My skirt, my tar-box, and my scrip;
Home to my felowes now will I skip,
And also look unto my shepe.’
Ut hoy!
For in his pipe he made so much joy.
IX
‘Now farewell, mine owne herdesman Wat!’—
‘Yea, for God, lady, even so I hat[624];
Lull well Jesu in thy lap,
And farewell, Joseph, with thy round cap!’
Ut hoy!
For in his pipe he made so much joy.