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 # In Numbers, And But These Few 1. In numbers, and but these few, I sing thy birth, oh Jesu! Thou prettie Babie, borne here, With sup'rabundant scorn here; Who for thy princely port here, Hadst for thy place Of birth, a base Out-stable for thy court here. 2. Instead of neat inclosures Of interwoven osiers; Instead of fragrant posies Of daffadills and roses, Thy cradle, kingly stranger, As gospell tells Was nothing els, But, here, a homely manger. 3. But we with silks, not cruells, With sundry precious jewells, And lilly-work will dresse thee; And as we dispossesse thee Of clouts, wee'l make a chamber, Sweet babe, for thee, Of ivorie, And plaister'd round with amber. 4. The Jewes, they did disdaine thee; But we will entertaine thee With glories to await here Upon thy princely state here, And more for love then pittie; From yeere to yeere Wee'll make thee, here, A free-born of our citie. 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 #