Past Three O'Clock

Past three a clock
And a cold frosty morning
Past three a clock
Good morrow, masters all!

Born is a Baby
Gentle as may be
Son of the eternal
Father supernal.

Past three a clock
And a cold frosty morning
Past three a clock
Good morrow, masters all!

Seraph quire singeth
Angel bell ringeth
Hark how they rime it
Time it and chime it.

Mid earth rejoices
Hearing such voices
e'ertofore so well
Carolling Nowell.

Hinds o'er the pearly
Dewy lawn early
Seek the high Stranger
Laid in the manger.

Cheese from the dairy
Bring they for Mary
And, not for money
Butter and honey.

Light out of star-land
Leadeth from far land
Princes, to meet him
Worship and greet him.

Myrrh from full coffer
Incense they offer
Nor is the golden
Nugget withholden.

Thus they: I pray you
Up, sirs, nor stay you
Till ye confess him
Likewise and bless him.