Tyrley Tyrlow

About the field they piped right
So merrily the shepherds began to blow
Adown from heaven that is so high
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Of angels there came a company
With merry songs and melody
The shepherds anon gan them a-spy
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The shepherds hied them to Bedlem
To see that blessed sun his beam
And there they found that glorious lеme
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Now pray we to that meke child
And to his mother that is so mild
The which was never defiled
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That we may come unto his bliss
Where joy shall never miss
Then may we sing in paradise
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I pray you that be here
For to sing and make good cheer
In the worship of God this year
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