Douglas Barbour wrote:
> Good day, good day,
> My lord, Sire Christemasse, good day!
> Good day, Sire Christemasse, our king
> For every man, both olde and yinge
> Is glad and blithe of your cominge:
> Good day!
Alas, it's irresistible....
It faded on the crowing of the cock.
Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes
Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,
The bird of dawning singeth all night long:
And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad;
The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike,
No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,
So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
So have I heard and do in part believe it.
Where you lead or where you follow, let there be peace.