Wherein our Saviour’s birth is celebrated,
This bird of dawning singeth all night long;
And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad,
The nights are wholesome, then no planets strike,
No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,
So hallow’d and so gracious is the time.
I couldn't find a version of Tefler's composition online anywhere, so will post the Hamlet passage set to a different tune (frankly, I like ours better):