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derable distance, went the players and singers--a black blur on the moonlit road; and very crisply their music rang out beneath a sky scattered with cloud and stars. All their songs were simple carols of the country, and the burden of them was but the joy of man at Christ's nativity; but the young man and maid who walked behind were well pleased. "Now then," cried the voice of Old Zeb, "lads an' lasses all together an' wi' a will--" All under the leaves, an the leaves o' life, I met wi' virgins seven, An' one o' them was Mary mild, Our Lord's mother of Heaven. 'O what are 'ee seekin', you seven fair maids, All under the leaves o life; Come tell, come tell, what seek ye All under the leaves o' life?' 'We're seekin' for no leaves, Thomas, But for a friend o' thine, We're seekin' for sweet Jesus Christ To be our guide an' thine.' 'Go down, go down, to yonder town An' sit in the gallery, An there you'll see sweet Jesus Christ Nailed to a big yew-tree.' So down they went to yonder town As fast as foot could fall, An' many a grievous bitter tear From the Virgin's eye did fall. 'O peace, Mother--O peace, Mother, Your weepin' doth me grieve; I must suffer this,' he said, 'For Adam an' for Eve. 'O Mother, take John Evangelist All for to be your son, An' he will comfort you sometimes Mother, as I've a-done.' 'O come, thou John Evangelist, Thou'rt welcome unto me, But more welcome my own dear Son Whom I nursed on my knee.' Then he laid his head 'pon his right shoulder Seein death it struck him nigh; 'The holy Mother be with your soul-- I die, Mother, I die.' O the rose, the gentle rose, An the fennel that grows so green! God gi'e us grace in every place To pray for our king an' queen. Furthermore, for our enemies all Our prayers they should be strong; Amen, good Lord; your charity Is the endin' of my song! In the midst of this carol Ruby, with a light pull on Zeb's arm, brought him to a halt. "How lovely it all is, Zeb!" She looked upwards at the flying moon, then dropped her gaze over the frosty sea, and sighed gently. "Just now I feel as if I'd been tossin' out yonder through many fierce days an' nights an' were bein' taken at last to a safe haven. Y
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