Tyrley Tyrlow

About the field they pipèd 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 aspy.

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The shepherds hied them to Bedlem

To see that blessèd sun his beam,

And there they found that glorious leme.

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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 all that be here

For to sing and make good cheer

In the worship of God this year.

Tyrley, tyrlow, tyrley, tyrlow, tyrley, tyrlow.