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Lyrics: Unknown, circa 15th century A.D

Saint Stephen was a clerk in King Herod hall

And served him with bread and cloth as every King befall

One day Stephen, out of kitchen came with boar's head in  hand

He saw a star was fair and bright over Bethlehem stand



He cast down the boar’s head and went into the hall

"I forsake thee Herod, and thy works all"

I forsake King Herod and thy works all

There is a child in Bethlehem born is better than we all”

"What aileth thee?" Herod asked "What is thee befall?"

Lacketh thee either meat or drink in King Herod'’s hall?

"What aileth Stephen?" He asked again "art mad or hast grown wroth?

Lacketh thee either gold or fee or any rich cloth

Lacketh me neither meat or drink In King Herod's hall

There is a child in Bethlehem born is better than we all"

Lacketh me neither gold nor fee nor cloth nor things of greed

There is a child in Bethlehem born shall help us in our need

"Rise up, my true tormentors by two and all by one

Lead Stephen here out of this town and stone him with stone"

Afterwords:

They took Stephen and stoned him on the way

And therefore is his even on Christ's own day