There is no rose of such vertu
As is the rose that bare Jesu.
Alleluia.
For in this rose conteinèd was
Heaven and erth in litel space,
Res miranda.
By that rose we may well see
There be one God in persons three,
Pares forma.
The aungels sungen the shepherds to:
Gloria in excelsis Deo
Gaudeamus.
Leave we all this werldly mirth,
And folwe this joyful birth.
Transeamus.