Browse Carols: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z # This Tyme Is Born A Chyld Ful Go Man, be merie as bryd on berie, and all thi care let away This tyme is born a chyld ful good, He that us bowt upon the rod He bond the devyl, that is so wod, Til the drydful domys-day. Quan the chyld of meche myot Wold be born of Mary bryot, A token he sent to kynge and knyot, A sterre that schon bothe nyzt and day. The sterre scon as bryot as fer, Over al the wold, bothe fer and ner, In tokene he was with-outyn per, And pereles he xal lastyn ay. The .viij. day he was circumsise, For to fulfylle the profecye, The profetes with wordes wyse Hymn present with ryche a-ray. The .xij. day come kynges thre Out of the Est, with herte fre, To worchepyn hym thei knelyd on kne, With gold and myrre and francincens. Browse Carols: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #