The Three Kings

O balow, balow la lay
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 reverent feet
He brought his incense sad and sweet
Gifts for a baby king, O
The third king was very old
Both his hands were full of gold
Many a gaud and glittering toy
Baubles brave for a baby boy
Gifts for a baby king, O."