Minstrels And Maids





WILLIAM MORRIS



Outlanders, whence come ye last?

_The snow in the street and the wind on the door._

Through what green seas and great have ye past?

_Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor._



From far away, O masters mine,

_The snow in the street and the wind on the door._

We come to bear you goodly wine,

_Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor._



From far away we come to you,

_The snow in the street and the wind on the door._

To tell of great tidings strange and true,

_Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor._



News, news of the Trinity,

_The snow in the street and the wind on the door._

And Mary and Joseph from over the sea!

_Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor._



For as we wandered far and wide,

_The snow in the street and the wind on the door._

What hap do you deem there should us betide!

_Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor._



Under a bent when the night was deep,

_The snow in the street and the wind on the door._

There lay three shepherds tending their sheep.

_Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor._



O ye shepherds, what have ye seen,

_The snow in the street and the wind on the door._

To slay your sorrow, and heal your teen?

_Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor._



In an ox-stall this night we saw,

_The snow in the street and the wind on the door._

A babe and a maid without a flaw.

_Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor._



There was an old man there beside,

_The snow in the street and the wind on the door._

His hair was white and his hood was wide.

_Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor._



And as we gazed this thing upon,

_The snow in the street and the wind on the door._

Those twain knelt down to the Little One,

_Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor._



And a marvellous song we straight did hear,

_The snow in the street and the wind on the door._

That slew our sorrow and healed our care.

_Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor._



News of a fair and marvellous thing,

_The snow in the street and the wind on the door._

Nowell, nowell, nowell, we sing!

_Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor._





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