English poem
Nathan
Now, sir, be merry anon, For ye shall have a full wise son, Goodly and great of flesh and bone; There shall no king be such an one, I swear by Godis rood. Therefore, lord, be merry here, And go to meat withouten fear, And hear a mass with goodly cheer; For to all folk ye shall be dear, And all folk of your blood.
Et tunc dicant Laudamus.