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 # A Carol Of The Birth Of Christ Come to Bethlehem and ye shall see Puer natus est hodie. A woman, a maid, Sinful man, On the Cross, Farewell, Advent, and have a good day; Christmas is come, now go thy way. Get thee hence! What dost thou here? Thou hast no love of no beggar. Thou makest us fast with evil cheer With farewell, Advent. Thou takest on thee more than doth the Lent, The(n) dwellest so long that thou art shent.1 When alleluia is aloft, I go gay and sit soft, And then I am merry oft, As any bird on briar. When laus Tibi cometh to town, Then me behoveth to kneel adown, And ever to be in orison, As it were friar. Soon at Easter cometh alleluia, With butter, cheese, and a tansy; It is nothing to my pay That he tarryeth so long away. Might I bide Shere-Thursday Laus Tibi shall go away; And I have wept that I may, Though he never came us among. 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 #