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All hail to the days that merit more praise
Than all the rest of the year, And welcome the nights that double delights As well for the poor as the peer! Good fortune attend each merry man's friend That doth but the best that he may, Forgetting old wrongs with carols and songs To drive the cold winter away. Tis ill for a mind to anger inclined To think of small injuries now, If wrath be to seek, do not lend her your cheek Nor let her inhabit thy brow. Cross out of thy books malevolent looks, Both beauty and youth's decay, And wholly consort with mirth and sport To drive the cold winter away. This time of the year is spent in good cheer And neighbours together do meet, To sit by the fire, with friendly desire, Each other in love to greet. Old grudges forgot are put in the pot, All sorrows aside they lay, The old and the young doth carol this song, To drive the cold winter away. When Christmas's tide comes in a like a bride, With holly and ivy clad, Twelve days in the year much mirth and good cheer In every household is had. The country guise is then to devise Some gambols of Christmas play, Whereat the young men do the best that they can To drive the cold winter away. |
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White are the far-off fields,
And white the fading forests grow; The wind dies out amongst the tides Denser still the snow, A gathering weight on roof and tree Falls down scarce audibly. The meadows and far-sheeted streams Lie still without a sound; Like some soft minister of dreams The snowfall hoods me around; In wood and water, earth and air, Silence is everywhere. Save when at lonely spells Some farmer's sleigh is urged on, With rustling runners and sharp bells, Swings by me and is gone; From the empty space I hear A sound remote and clear; The barking of a dog, To cattle, is sharply pued, Borne, echoing from some wayside stall Or barnyard far afield; Then all is silent and the snow Falls settling soft and slow The evening deepens and the grey Folds closer Earth to sky The world seems so shrouded, so far away. Its noises sleep, and I As secret as yon buried stream Plod dumbly on and dream. I dream I dream I dream I dream I dream I dream I dream I dream |
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I come to hevin which to tell
The best nowells that e'er befell To you thir tythings trew I bring And I will of them say and sing. This day to you is born ane child Of Marie meik and Virgin mild That bliss it bairn bening and kind Sall you rejoyce baith hart and mind. Lat us rejoyis and be blyth And with the Hyrdis go full swyth And see what God of his grace hes done Throu Christ to bring us to his throne My saull and life stand up and see Wha lyis in ane cribbe of tree. What Babe is that, sa gude and fair It is Christ, God's son and Air. O my deir hard, yung Jesus sweit Prepair thy creddil in my spreit! And I sall rock thee in my hart And never mair fra thee depart. Bot I sall praise thee evermoir With sangis sweit unto thy gloir The kneis of my hard sall I bow And sing that rycht Balulalow. |
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Let us the Infant greet,
In worship before Him fall, And let us pay Him homage meet, On this His Festival. Let us to the Infant sing, And bring Him of gifts rich store, Let us honour our Infant King With praise for evermore. Let us to the Infant kneel, And love him with faithful love, And let our joyous anthems peal, For him who reigns above. Glad hymns in the Infant's laud, Sing we to Him while we may, In heaven where He is throned as God, Our service He will pay. Be we to the Infant true, While we are dwelling on mould, And He will give us our wages due, A crown of purest gold. |
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Let all that are to mirth inclined
Consider well and bear in mind What our good God for us has done In sending his beloved Son For to redeem our souls from thrall Christ is the saviour of us all. The twenty-fifth day of December We have good cause to remember In Bethlehem upon that morn There was a blessed Messiah born But mark how all things came to pass The inn and lodgings filled was That they could find no room at all But in a straw-filled oxes stall. Near Bethlehem some shepherds keep Their flocks and herds of feeding sheep To whom God's angels did appear Which put the shepherds in great fear With thankful heart and joyful mind The shepherds went this babe to find. And as the heavenly angel told They did our saviour Christ behold. Three eastern wise men from afar, Directed by a glorious star Came boldly on and made no stay, Until they came where Jesus lay. And being come unto that place Where the blessed Messiah was They humbly laid before his feet Their gifts of gold and incense sweet. See how the Lord of heaven and earth Shewd himself lowly in his birth; A sweet example for mankind To learn to bear an humble mind. Let all your songs and praises be Unto his heavenly majesty And evermore amongst our mirth Remember Christ our Saviour's birth. |
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When in the springtime of the year
When the trees are crowned with leaves When the ash and oak, and the birch and yew Are dressed in ribbons fair. When owls call the breathless moon in the blue veil of the night When shadows of the trees appear amidst the lantern('s) light. We've been rambling all the night and sometime of this day Now returning back again we bring a garland gay. Who will go down to those shady groves and summon the shadows there And tie a ribbon on those sheltering arms in the springtime of the year. The sounds of birds seem to fill the wood and when the fiddler plays All their voices can be heard long past their woodland days. We've been rambling all the night and sometime of this day Now returning back again we bring a garland gay. And so they linked their hands and danced 'round in circles and in rows And so the journey of the night descends when all the shades are gone. A garland gay we bring you here And at your door we stand Here's a sprout, well budded out The work of our Lord's hand. We've been rambling all the night and sometime of this day Now returning back again we bring a garland gay. |
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