"Ryse, hyrd men heynd! for now is he borne That shall take fro the feynd that adam had lorne: That warloo to sheynd this nyght is he borne. God is made youre freynd now at this morne. He behestys, At bedlem go se, Ther lygys that fre In a cryb full poorely, Betwyx two bestys."