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Our shepherds all

As pilgrims have departed,

Our shepherds all

Have gone to Bethlehem.

They gladly go

For they are all stout-hearted,

They gladly go —

Ah, could I go with them!

I am too lame to walk,

Boots and saddles, boots and saddles,

I am too lame to walk,

Boots and saddles, mount and ride.

A shepherd stout

Who sang a catamiaulo,

A shepherd stout

Was walking lazily.

He heard me speak

And saw me hobbling after,

He turned and said

He would give help to me.

“Here is my horse

That flies along the high-road,

Here is my horse,

The best in all the towns.

I bought him from

A soldier in the army,

I got my horse

By payment of five crowns.”

When I have seen

The Child, the King of Heaven,

When I have seen

The Child who is God’s son,

When to the mother,

I my praise have given,

When I have finished,

All I should have done:

No more shall I be lame,

Boots and saddles, boots and saddles,

No more shall I be lame,

Boots and saddles, mount and ride.