St Thomas's Day

Midwinter candles, to light the darkest day of the year.

  

The holly and the ivy

Now are both well grown

Of all the trees that are in the wood
The holly bears the crown

Go day, go day,

My lord Syre Christemasse, go day!

Good day, Syre Christemas, our kyng,

For every man, both olde & yinge,

Ys glad & blithe of your comynge;

Go day!

Go day, go day,

My lord Syre Christemasse, go day!

Godys sone so moche of myght

Ffram heven to erthe down is lyght

And borne ys of a mayde so bryght;

Good day!

Go day, go day,

My lord Syre Christemasse, go day!