Now they are all fellow shepherds

Now let us all go to Bethlehem, fellow shepherds; Following the star, we hasten to the stable. There the new King was born, Lord of heaven and earth. Wrapped in rags by the Virgin Mary. Oh, my Jesus, why do you lie on such a hard bed, Why did a virgin mother give birth to you in a rags stable? Because your cold feet, your blessed hands, Are tormenting and weakening your holy body. Let us all sew a warm coat for him, Let us sew a few buttons on it from shepherd's fur. He will guard our flocks when we light a fire. Then we can rest safely all night.