Ther is no rose of swych vertu

Ther is no rose of swych vertu
As is the rose that bar Jesu,
Alleluia.

For in this rose conteynyd was
Heven and erthe in lytyl space,
Res miranda.

Be that rose we may weel see
That he is God in personys thre,
Pari forma.

The aungelys sungyn the sheperdes to:
Gloria in excelsis Deo!
Gaudeamus.

Leve we al this wordly merthe
And folwe we this joyful berthe;
Transeamus.







As sung by the very wonderful Sinfonye - three Aussie feminists and a hurdy-gurdy. Translation here. You can hear a clip here. Merry Christmas.

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