Browse Carols: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z # In Every Place I Shall Tell This In every place I shall tell this, Of a clean maid that God is born, And in our likeness God now clad is, Mankind to save that was forlorn, His mother a maid as she was beforn, Not foul-polluted as other women be, But fair and fresh as rose on thorn, Lily-white, clean with pure virginity. Browse Carols: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #