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The poems of John Audelay

Edited with introduction, notes and glossary [by Ella Keats Whiting]
Audelay, John

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Audite hec, omnes gentes: hanc epistolam scripsit Dominus Ihesus Christus manibus suis et misit in siuitatem Gazon vbi ego Petrus primum episcopatum accepi.
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In die epephanis &c.
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In die epephanis &c.

Nowel! nowel! nowel!
Þer is a Babe born of a may
In saluacion of vs;
Þat He be heryd in þis day,
Vene Creatore Spiritus.
In Bedlem, in þat fayre plas,
Þis blessid Barne borne he was;
Him to serue, God grawnt vs grace,
Tu trinetatis vnitas.
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Þe angelis to chepardis songyn and sayd,
‘Pes in erþ be mon vnto.’
Þer-with þai were ful sore afrayd,
Glorea in ex[c]elsis Deo.
Þe chepardis hard þat angel song;
Þai heredon God in Trenete;
Moche merþ was ham among,
Iam lucis ortus sidere.
Iij kyngis þai soȝt Him here-fore,
Of dyuers lond and fere cuntre,
And askidyn were þis Barne was bore,
Hostes Herodes impij.
He bad ham go seche þis Barne;
Anon þis way to me he come,
Þat I may do Hym worchip beforne,
Deus Creator omnium.
Þe stere apered here face beforne,
Þat gladid here hertes ful graciously,
Ouer þat plase þis Babe was born,
Ihesu Saluotor seculi.
Þai knelid adowne with gret reuere[n]s;
Gold, sens, and myr, þai offerd Him to;
He blessid ham ale þat were present,
Ihesu nostra Redempcio.
Þe gold betokens He was a kyng;
Þe sens, a prest of dyngnete;
Þe myr betokynþ His bereyng,
Magne Deus potencie.
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Þe angel hem wernyd in here slepyng
At Erod þe kyng þai schuld not cumme;
Þat Babe ȝou bade on His blessyng,
Christe Redemptore omnium.
Þai turnyd þen anoþer way
Into kyngdom ful graciously;
Þen þai begonon to syng and say,
Saluator mundy Domine.
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