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survivals from the Middle Ages, or perhaps new words written for old tunes. Such carols as "God rest you merry, gentlemen," have unspeakably delightful airs, and the words charm us moderns by their quaintness and rusticity, but they are far from the exquisite loveliness of the mediaeval |78| things. Gleams of great beauty are, however, sometimes found amid matter that in the process of transmission has almost ceased to be poetry. Here, for instance, are five stanzas from the traditional "Cherry-tree Carol":-- "As Joseph was a-walking, He heard an angel sing: 'This night shall be born Our heavenly King. 'He neither shall be born In housen nor in hall, Nor in the place of Paradise, But in an ox's stall. 'He neither shall be clothed In purple nor in pall, But all in fair linen As wear babies all. 'He neither shall be rocked In silver nor in gold, But in a wooden cradle That rocks on the mould. 'He neither shall be christened In white wine nor red, But with fair spring water With which we were christened.'" The old carols sung by country folk have often not much to do with the Nativity; they are sometimes rhymed lives of Christ or legends of the Holy Childhood. Of the latter class the strangest is "The Bitter Withy," discovered in Herefordshire by Mr. Frank Sidgwick. It tells how the little Jesus asked three lads to play with Him at ball. But they refused:-- "'O we are lords' and ladies' sons, Born in bower or in hall; And you are but a poor maid's child, Born in an oxen's stall.' |79| 'If I am but a poor maid's child, Born in an oxen's stall, I will let you know at the very latter end That I am above you all.' So he built him a bridge with the beams of the sun, And over the sea went he, And after followed the three jolly jerdins, And drowned they were all three. Then Mary mild called home her child, And laid him across her knee, And with a handful of green withy twigs She gave him slashes three. 'O the withy, O the withy, O bitter withy That causes me to smart! O the withy shall be the very first tree That perishes at the heart.'" From these popular ballads, mediaeval memories in the rustic mind, we must return to the devotional verse of the late sixteenth and early seventeenth centuri
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