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Farewell Advent! by James Ryman translation

Farewell Advent! by James Ryman translation by Michael R. Burch Farewell, Advent; Christmas has come; Farewell from us, both all and some. With patience thou hast us fed Yet made us go hungry to bed; For lack of meat, we were nigh dead; Farewell from us, both all and some. When you came, hasty, to our house, We ate no puddings, no, nor souce, But stinking fish not worth a louse; Farewell from us, both all and some. There was no fresh fish, far nor near; Salt fish and salmon were too dear, And thus we’ve had but heavy cheer; Farewell from us, both all and some. Thou hast fed us servings thin, Nothing but bare bone and skin; Therefore our love thou shalt not win; Farewell from us, both all and some. With mussels gaping after the moon Thou hast fed us, night and noon, But once a week, and that too soon; Farewell from us, both all and some. Our bread was brown, our ale too thin; Our bread was musty in the bin; Our ale was sour, or we’d dive in; Farewell from us, both all and some. Thou art of great ingratitude, Good meat from us, for to exclude; Thou art not kind but very rude; Farewell from us, both all and some. Thou dwellest here against our will, And yet thou gavest not our fill; For lack of meat our plates squeal; Farewell from us, both all and some. Above all things thou art most mean To make our cheeks both bare and lean; I would thou were at Boughton Bleane! Farewell from us, both all and some. Come thou no more to us, or Kent, For, if thou dost, thou shalt be shent; [shamed] It is enough to fast in Lent; Farewell from us, both all and some. Thou mayest not dwell with heaven’s estate; Therefore with us thou playest checkmate; Go hence, or we will break thy pate! Farewell from us, both all and some. Thou mayest not dwell with knight nor squire; For them thou liest in the mire; They love not thee, nor Lent, thy sire; Farewell from us, both all and some. Thou mayest not dwell with laboring man, For on thy fare no skill can he fan, For he must eat every now and then; Farewell from us, both all and some. Thus thou must dwell with monk and friar, Canon and nun, once every year, Yet thou shouldest make us better cheer; Farewell from us, both all and some. This time of Christ’s feast natal, We will be merry, great and small, While thou (haste!) exit from this hall; Farewell from us, both all and some. Advent is gone; Christmas is come; Now we are merry, all and some; He is not wise that will be dumb In ortu Regis omnium. [At the King's birth]

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