This regional spin off is interesting. Though the mention is of Bohemians, it’s not Bohemians per se, but what are called as Parne who intermingle with Gypsies and live their life. They are considered as vile and inacceptable as like the Gypsies. This carol talks about the Three Magi who were supposed to have visited Jesus on his childbirth – they being Parne. It hints at two things – the Magi are not great kings and they are not ready to remove shift the Magi into Asia.

We are three Bohemians
Who tell good fortune.
We are three Bohemians
Who rob wherever we may be ;
Child, lovely and so sweet,
Place, place here, the cross,
And each of us will tell thee
Everything that will happen to thee
Begin, Janan, however,
Give him the hand to see.

Thou art, from what I see,
Equal to God.
And thou art his Son all wonderful :
Thou art, from what I see,
Equal to God.
Born for me in the nothingness :
Love has made you a child
For all the human race :
A virgin is thy mother,
Thou art born without any Father ;
This I see in thy hand.
Love has made thee a child, etc.

There is still a great secret,
Which Janan has not wished to tell
There is still a great secret,
Which will have soon its effect :
Come, come, beauteous Messiah,
Place, place, place here,
The white piece (of money)
To make us rejoice :
Janan will tell, beauteous Messiah,
Give (it) here for dinner.

Under so many means
There is something
For our good very unhappy ;
Under so many means
There is something
For our good hard (to bear) :
One sees there a cross
That is the salvation of all.
And if I dare to tell it thee,
The cause of thy martyrdom
Is that thou art right loving.
One sees there a cross, etc.

There is still something
At the end of the vital line :
There is still something
Which Magassen will tell thee :
Come, come, gentle brother,
Give, give here thy hand,
And I will divine for thee
Something very charming :
But let the silver come, or nevertheless
Without it we do nothing.

Thou art God and mortal,
And as such
Thou wilt live a very short time on the earth ;
Thou art God and mortal,
And as such
Thou wilt be a very short time in our condition :
But thy Divinity
Is for eternity :
Thou art the Author of life,
Thy essence is infinite,
Thou hast nothing that may be limited.
But thy Divinity, etc.

Wilt thou not that we tell
Something to thy holy mother ?
Wilt thou not that we make to her
At the least our compliments?
Fair Lady, come hither,
We others already know
That within thy fair hand
There is a mystery very great.
Thou who art polite, tell her
Something pretty.

Thou art of royal biood,
And thy house
Is of the highest of this world :
And thy house
Is of the highest, from what I see
Thy Lord is thy Son,
And his Father is thy God :
What couldest thou be more?
Thou art the daughter of thy Master
And the Mother of thy God.
Thy Lord is thy Son, etc.

And thou, good old man,
Who art at the corner of the manger,
And thou, good old man,
Wilt thou not that we see thy hand ?
Say, thou fearest perhaps
That we should steal that ass
Which is tied up there ?
We would rather steal the child :
Place (something) here upon, fair sir,
We have scarcely drunk (to-day).

I see within thy hand
That thou art very great,
That thou art very holy, that thou art very just ;
I see in thy hand
That thou art very holy, and well loved :
Ah! divine husband,
Hast thou always preserved
A holy abstinence :
Thou guardest Providence ;
Art thou not well guarded I
Ah ! divine husband, etc.

We others know well
That thou art come into the world ;
We others know well
That thou art come without money :
Fair child, let us not speak more of it,
Since thou art come quite naked,
Thou fearedst, from what we see,
Meeting with Bohemians ;
Why didst thou fear, fair Son? thou art God.
Listen to our farewell.

If too much liberty
Has led us
To divine thy fortune :
If too much liberty
Has led us
To speak to thee too freely,
We pray thee humbly
To make equally
Our good fortune,
And that you give us one
Which may last eternally.
We pray thee humbly, etc.

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