The Star-Song: A Carol To The King Sung At Whitehall.

The Flourish of Music; then followed the Song.

1. Tell us, thou clear and heavenly tongue,
        Where is the Babe but lately sprung?
        Lies he the lily-banks among?

2. Or say, if this new Birth of ours
        Sleeps, laid within some ark of flowers,
        Spangled with dew-light; thou canst clear
        All doubts, and manifest the where.

3. Declare to us, bright star, if we shall seek
        Him in the morning's blushing cheek,
        Or search the beds of spices through,
        To find him out.

        Star. No, this ye need not do;
        But only come and see Him rest
        A Princely Babe in's mother's breast.

Chor. He's seen, He's seen! why then a round,
        Let's kiss the sweet and holy ground;
        And all rejoice that we have found
        A King before conception crown'd.

4. Come then, come then, and let us bring
        Unto our pretty Twelfth-tide King,
        Each one his several offering;

Chor. And when night comes, we'll give Him wassailing;
        And that His treble honours may be seen,
        We'll choose Him King, and make His mother Queen.

Robert Herrick

Robert Herrick was a 17th-century English lyric poet and cleric. He is known for his book of poems, "Hesperides," which includes the carpe diem poem "To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time." His works are noted for their clarity, simplicity, and musical quality. Herrick was also a vicar of Dean Prior in Devon, despite being ejected during the English Civil War and later reinstated.

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Chorus.

What sweeter music can we bring,
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The Birth of this our heavenly King?
Awake the Voice! Awake the String!
Heart, Ear, and Eye, and every thing
Awake! the while the active Finger
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Voice 1:
Dark and dull night, fly hence away,
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Voice 2:
If we may ask the reason, say:
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Voice 3:
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The New-Year's Gift: Or, Circumcision's Song. Sung To The King In The Presence At Whitehall.

1. Prepare for songs; He's come, He's come;
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2. Cast holy water all about,
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3. The altars all on fire be;
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