For on thy fare no skille he can,
For he must ete bothe now and than;
Farewele fro us both alle and sume.

Though thou shalt dwell with monke and frere,
Chanon and nonne ones every yere,
Yet thou shuldest make us better chere;
Farewele fro us both alle and sume.

This time of Cristes feest natall
We will be mery, grete and small,
And thou shalt go oute of this halle;
Farewele fro us both alle and sume.

Advent is gone; Cristemas is cume;
Be we mery now, alle and sume;
He is not wise that wille be dume
In ortu Regis omnium.