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18. Goday, my lord

Goday, goday,
My lord Sire Christëmas, goday!

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Goday, Sire Christëmas, our king,
For ev'ry man, both old and ying,

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Is glad and blithe of your coming;
Goday!

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Göddes Son so much of might
From heaven to earthë down is light
And born is of a maid so bright;
Good day!

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Heaven and earth and also hell,
And all that ever in them dwell,
Of your coming they beth full snell;
Good day!

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Of your coming this clerkës find:
Ye come to save all mankind
And of their balës them unbind;
Good day!

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All manner of mirthës we will make
And solace to our heartës take,
My seemly lordë, for your sake;
Good day!