Past three a clock Songtext
von John Rutter

Past three a clock,
And a cold frosty morning,
Past three a clock; Good morrow, masters all!
Born is a Baby, Gentle as may be, Son of the eternal Father supernal.
(Refrain) Past three a clock,
And a cold frosty morning,
Past three a clock; Good morrow, masters all!
Seraph quire singeth, Angel bell ringeth;
Hark how they rime it, Time it and chime it. (Refrain)
Mid earth rejoices Hearing such voices


E′ertofore so well Carolling Nowell. (Refrain)
Hinds o'er the pearly,
Dewy lawn early Seek the high Stranger Laid in the manger. (Refrain)
Light out of star-land Leadeth from far land
Princes, to meet him, Worship and greet him. (Refrain)
Myrrh from full coffer, Incense they offer;
Nor is the golden Nugget withholden. (Refrain)
Thus they: I pray you, Up, sirs,
Nor stay you Till ye confess him Likewise and bless him. (Refrain)
End