The Three Kings
Jonathan Dove
The first king was very young,
With doleful ballads on his tongue
He came bearing a branch of myrrh
Than which no gall is bitterer,
O balow, balow la lay,
Gifts for a baby King, O.
The second king was a man in prime
The solemn priest of a solemn time
With eyes downcast and rev'rent feet
He brought his incense sad and sweet
O balow, balow la lay
Gifts for a baby King, O
The third king was very old
Both his hands were full of gold
Many a gaud and a glittering toy
Gifts for a baby King
O balow, balow la lay
Gifts for a baby King, O
