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 We'll cherish them now in times of strife, As a holy and peaceful thing; They were bought by a faithful prelate's life, And the blood of a martyr'd king.

is banish'd; Late the sun riseth, heigho! And ne'er a flow'r springeth: Green leaf is vanish'd: Now by our hedge and woodrow No nightingale singeth, But o'er lea and mountain Boreas' bugle doth blow, Benumbing all, cattle and drover, Freezing the fountain, Mantling the meadow with snow. Ay me! for glad summer is over.

climbs a tree, a sycomore it is, To catch a glimpse of Christ, the King of heav'nly bliss.

When Jesus pass'd the place, He lift His blessèd eyes, And to Zacchaeus gave commandment on this wise: