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Songs, Carols, and other Miscellaneous Poems, from the Balliol Ms. 354, Richard Hill's Commonplace book


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I. Sacred Songs and Carols.
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1. Be mery all þat be present, Omnes de Saba venient.
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2. Mater, ora filium, vt post hoc exilium Nobis donet gaudium beatorum omnium.
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3. Newell, newell, newell, newell, I thank a maydyn euery dele.
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5. Diuisie si affluant, nolite cor apponere.
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6. Now let vs syng, both more & lesse, Of Cristis commyng Deo gracias!
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8. Now we shuld syng & say newell, Quia missus est angelus Gabriell.
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9. Nova, nova: Aue fitt ex Eva.
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11. Make we mery in hall & bowr, Thys tyme was born owr Savyowr.
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12. Off a rose, a louely rose, And of a rose I syng a song.
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13. Man, asay, a-say, a-say, And aske thou mercy whyle thou may.
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14. Now syng we wyth joy and blys: Puer natus est nobis.
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15. Mary moder, I you pray To be owr help at domys day.
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16. Verbum patris hodie processit ex virgine.
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17. Now syng we, syng we: Regina celi, letare!
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18. Conditor alme siderum, eterna lux credencium, etc.
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21. Now syng we all in fere: Alma Redemptoris mater.
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22. To blys God bryng vs all & sum, Christe redemptor omnium.
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23. Alleluya, alleluia! Deo patri sit gloria!
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24. Mary moder, cum and se Thy swet son nayled on a tre.
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25. In to þis world now ys cum, Christe redemptor omnium.
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26. Mirabile misterium: In forme of bred, ys Godis son.
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27. Make we mery, bothe more & lasse, For now ys þe tyme of Crystymas.
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28. What cher? Gud cher, gud cher, gud cher! Be mery & glad this gud New Yere!
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29. Ay, ay, ay, ay, Gaude celi domina.
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30. [The Jolly Shepherd Wat.]
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31. Now haue gud day, now haue gud day! I am Crystmas, & now I go my way.
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32. “Shall I, moder, shall I, shall I do soo? Shall I dye for mannys sake, And I never synned ther-to?”
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[33–35. The Virgin and her Son.]
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33. Now synge we with angelis: Gloria in excelsis!
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34. Lulley, Jhesu, lulley, lulley! Myn own dere moder, syng lulley!
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35. This enders nyght I sawe a sight, A sterre as bryght As any day; & euer a-monge, A maydyn songe: “Lulley, by, by, lully, lulley!”
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36. For sothe, I hold hym well & with owt woo, Þat hath ynowgh, & can say ‘whoo.’
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37. God þat sittith in trinite, Amend this world, yf thy will be.
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38. Syng we with myrth, joye & solas In honowr of this Cristemas!
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39. Now syng we right as it is: ‘Quod puer natus est nobis.’
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40. [The Murder of Thomas a Beket.]
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41. [The Stoning of St. Stephen.]
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42. [The Boar's Head.]
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43. Gawde for thy joyes five, Mary, moder, maydyn & wyff!
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44. [Christ, an Ear of Wheat.]
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45. Pray for vs to the trinite, Johannes, Cristi care!
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46. Alas, my hart will brek in thre, Terribilis mors conturbat me.
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47. [The fleur de lys, Christ.]
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48 I pray you, be mery & synge with me In worship of Cristys nativite.
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49. Newell, newell, newell, newell, This ys þe salutacion of Gabryell.
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50. “O my harte is wo!” Mary, she sayd so, “For to se my dere son dye; & sonnes haue I no mo.”
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51. To see the maydyn wepe her sonnes passion, It entrid my hart full depe with gret compassion.
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53. What, hard ye not, þe kyng of Jherusalem Is now born in Bethelem? etc.
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54. Wassaill, wassaill, wassaill, syng we, In worshipe of Cristis natiuite!
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55. He is wise, so most I goo, That can be mery, & suffer woo.
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56. An old sawe hath be fownd trewe: Cast not away thyn old for newe.
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58. Man, meve thy mynd, & joy this fest; Veritas de terra orta est.
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59. All this tyme this songe is best: Verbum caro factum est.
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61. Virgo, rosa virginum, Tuum precor filium.
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II. Religious Poems and Prayers in Verse.
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69. Ave Maria, now say we so: Mayd & moder were neuer no mo.
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III. Didactic, Moral and Allegorical Poems.
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81. To dy, to dy! what haue I Offendit þat deth is so hasty!
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V. Ballads and Worldly Songs. Humorous and Satirical Pieces.
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86. Lully, lulley, lully, lulley! Þe fawcon hath born my mak away.
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87. [How! we shall have game & sport ynow!]
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90. Hoow, gossip myne, gossip myn, Whan will we go to þe wyne, Good gossip[is myn?]
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91. In villa, in villa, quid vidistis in villa?
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92. Hay, hey, hey, hey, I will haue the whetston, and I may.
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93. “Alas,” sayd þe gudman, “this ys an hevy lyff”; “And all ys well þat endyth well,” said þe gud wyff.
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95. Of all creatures women be best; Cuius contrarium verum est.
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96. Women, women, love of women Maketh bare pursis with sum men
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99. [The Holly and the Ivy.]
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100. [Bon jour!]
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101. [Ho, butler, ho!]

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33. Now synge we with angelis:
Gloria in excelsis!

fote.

I

A babe is born, to blys vs brynge.
I hard a mayd lulley & synge;
She said: “Dere son, leve thy wepyng,
Thy fader is þe kyng of blis.”
Now sy[n]g we [with angelis:
Gloria in excelcis!]

2

“Lulley,” she said & songe also,
“Myn own dere son, whi art þou wo?
Haue I not do as I shuld do?
Thy grevance, tell me what it is!”
Nowe syng [we with angelis:
Gloria in excelcis!]

3

“Nay, dere moder, for þe wepe I nowght,
But for þe wo þat shall be wrowght
To me, or I mankynd haue bowght:
Was neuer sorow lik it, ywis.”
Now [synge we with angelis:
Gloria in excelcis!]

4

“Pesse, dere son, tell me not soo,
Þou art my child, I haue no moo;
Shuld I se men myn own son sloo?
Alas, my dere son! what menys þis?”
Now [synge we with angelis:
Gloria in excelcis!]

5

“My hondis, moder, þat ye may see,
Shall be nayled vnto a tree;
My fete all so fast shall be;
Men shall wepe þat shall se this.”
Now syng [we with angelis:
Gloria in excelcis!]
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6

“A, dere son! hard is my happe,
To see my child þat sokid my pappe,
His hondis, his fete, þat I dide wrappe,
Be so naylid, þat neuer dide amysse.”
Now [synge we with angelis:
Gloria in excelcis!]

7

“A dere moder! yet shall a spere
My hart in sonder all to-tere;
No wondre, yf I carefull were,
& wepe full sore to thynk on this.”
Now [synge we with angelis:
Gloria in excelcis!]

8

“A dere son! shall I se this?
Þou art my child, & I thy moder ywis,
Whan Gabryell called me ‘full of grace,’
He told me no thyng of this.”
[Now synge we with angelis:
Gloria in excelcis!]

9

“A, dere moder! thorow myn here,
To thrust in thornes, they will not spare;
Alas, moder! I am full of care,
That ye shall see this hevynes.”
Now [synge we with angelis:
Gloria in excelcis!]

10

“A dere son, leve thy wepyng!
Þou bryngyst my hart in gret mornyng;
A carefull songe now may I syng;
This tydyngis, hard to me it is.”
Now [synge we with angelis:
Gloria in excelcis!]

11

“A! pece, dere moder, I the pray,
comforte me all þat ye may,
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& syng, ‘by, by, lulley, lulley,’
To put a-way all hevynes.”
Now syng we [with angelis:
Gloria in excelcis!]
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