"Now, sweet son, since thou art a king, Why art thou laid in stall?Why not ordain thy bedding In some great king his hall?We thinketh 'tis rightThat king or knight Should be in good array;And them among,It were no wrong To sing, by-by, lullay!

"Mary, mother, I am thy kid, Tho' I be laid in stall;Lords and dukes shall worship me, And so shall kinges all.And ye shall seeThat kinges three Shall come on the twelfth day;For this behestGive me thy breast, And sing, by-by, lullay!"

"See here," quoth Miles Standish, "when my Rose singeth, the little childrengather round her like bees round a flower. Come, let us all strike up agoodly carol together. Sing one, sing all, little childs and little childs, and get a bitof 0ld England's Christmas before to-morrow, when we must to our work onshore."