As Joseph was a-walking
He heard an angel sing:
This night there shall be shall born
On earth our the heav'nly King;
He neither shall be born
in a housen nor in hall,
Nor in the place of Paradise,
But in an oxen's stall.
He neither shall be clothed
in purple nor in pall,
But in the fair white linen
As wear the babies all.
He neither shall be rocked
In silver nor in gold,
But in a wooden cradle
that rocks upon the mould.
He neither shall be christened
In white wine nor in red,
But with fair spring water
As we were christened.
As Josehph was a-walking,
thus did the angel sing;
And Mary's son at midnight
was born to be our King.
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