PAST THREE O'CLOCK Old English Carole (George Ratcliff Woodward) past three o'clock, on a cold frosty morning, past three o'clock, good morrow masters all. born is a baby gentle as may be, son of the Eternal Father supernal. seraph choir singeth, angel bell ringeth, hark how they rhyme it, time it and chime it! mid earth rejoices hearing such voices. ne'ertofore so well carolling nowell! hinds o'er the pearly dewy lawn early seek the high stranger laid in the manager. cheese from the dairy bring they for Mary, and, not for money, butter and honey. light out of star-land leadeth from far land princes, to meet him, worship and greet him. myrrh from full coffer, incense they offer; nor is the golden nugget withholden. thus they: i pray you, up sirs, nor stay you till ye confess him likewise and bless him. (Contributed by Bette Carl - December 2002)