Burgundian Carol - The Weavers

The winter season of the year

When to this world our Lord was born

The ox and donkey, so they say

Did keep his holy presence warm

How many oxen and donkeys now

If they were there when first he came

How many oxen and donkeys you know

At such a time would do the same?

And on that night it has been told

These humble beasts so rough and rude

Throughout the noght of holy birth

Drank no water, ate no food

How many oxen and donkeys now

If they were there when first he came

How many oxen and donkeys you know

At such a time would do the same?

As soon as to these humble beasts

Appeared our Lord, so mild and sweet

With joy they knelt before his Grace

And gently kissed His tiny feet

How many oxen and donkeys now

Dressed in ermine, silk and such

How many oxen and donkeys you know

At such a time would do as much?