A king, a king, a king made three
They made three inquiries of me:
Should we bring incense, smoke as sweet
As apple blossom to His feet?
Bring Him frankincense and myrrh
Though charity He would prefer
Should we bring gold? Bestow your souls
For gold to Him is dark as coal
Should we bring pillows made of silk
To bear His body while He milks?
It is His mother who will hold
His precious body from the cold
Soft her gentleness to see,
With that she welcomes you, all three