THERE were three kings cam frae the East; They spiered in ilka clachan: "O, which is the wey to Bethlehem, My bairns, sae bonnily lachin'?" O neither young nor auld could tell; They trailed till their feet were weary. They followed a bonny gowden starn, That shone in the lift sae cheery. The starn stude ower the ale-hoose byre Whaur the stable gear was hingin'. The owsen mooed, the bairnie grat, The kings begoud their singin'. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 52 by PHILIP SIDNEY THE SWAN SONG OF PARSON AVERY by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 8 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT GOOD COUNSEL TO A YOUNG MAID by THOMAS CAREW |