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The Holly and the Ivy
03:06
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The holly and the ivy
When they are both full grown
Of all trees that are in the wood
The holly bears the crown
Chorus
O, the rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing in the choir
The holly bears a blossom
As white as lily flow'r
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
To be our dear Saviour
Chorus
The holly bears a berry
As red as any blood
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
To do poor sinners good
Chorus
The holly bears a prickle
As sharp as any thorn
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
On Christmas Day in the morn
Chorus
The holly bears a bark
As bitter as any gall
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
For to redeem us all
Chorus
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What Child Is This?
03:34
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Ma Wee Bit Dearie
04:46
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Angels, from the realms of glory,
Wing your flight o'er all the earth;
Ye, who sang creation's story,
Now proclaim Messiah's birth:
Shepherds in the field abiding,
Watching o'er your flocks by night,
God with man is now residing;
Yonder shines the Infant light:
Sages, leave your contemplations;
Brighter visions beam afar;
Seek the great Desire of Nations;
Ye have seen His natal star:
Saints before the altar bending,
Watching long in hope and fear,
Suddenly the Lord, descending,
In His temple shall appear:
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The Wexford Carol
03:28
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Near Bethlehem did shepherds keep
Their flocks of lambs and feeding sheep
To whom God's angels did appear
Which put the shepherds in great fear.
Arise and go the angels said
To Bethlehem be not afraid
For there you'll find this happy morn
A princely babe, sweet Jesus born
There were three wise men from afar
Directed by a glorious star
And on they wandered night and day
Until they came to where Jesus lay
And when they came unto the stall
Where our beloved Messiah was
They humbly laid at his feet
Their gifts of gold and incense sweet.
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The Boar's Head Carol
02:33
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The boar's head in hand bear I,
Bedecked with bays and rosemary;
And I pray you, my masters, be merry,
Quot estis in convivio:
Caput apri defero, Reddens laudes Domino
The boar's head, as I understand,
Is the rarest dish in all this land,
Which thus bedecked with a gay garland,
Let us servire cantico:
Our steward hath provided this,
In honour of the King of bliss,
Which on this day to be served is
In Reginensi atrio:
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Past 3 O'Clock
04:07
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Chorus
Past three a clock, And a cold frosty morning,
Past three a clock; Good morrow, masters all!
1. Born is a Baby, Gentle as may be,
Son of th'eternal Father supernal.
2. Seraph quire singeth, Angel bell ringeth;
Hark how they rime it, Time it, and chime it.
3. Mid earth rejoices, Hearing such voices,
Ne'ertofore so well, Carolling Nowell.
4. Hind o'er the pearly Dewy lawn early
Seek the high Stranger Laid in the manger.
5. Cheese from the dairy Bring they for Mary,
And, not for money, Butter and honey.
6. Light out of star-land Leadeth from far land
Princes, to meet Him, Worship and greet Him.
7. Myrrh from full coffer, Incense they offer;
Nor is the golden Nugget withholden.
8. Thus they: I pray you, Up, sirs, nor stay you
Till ye confess Him Likewise, and bless Him.
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Wassail, wassail, all over the town!
Our toast it is white and our ale it is brown,
Our bowl it is made of the white maple tree;
With the wassailing bowl, we'll drink to thee.
So here is to Cherry and to his right cheek,
Pray God send our master a good piece of beef,
And a good piece of beef that may we all see;
With our wassailing bowl, we'll drink to thee.
And here is to Dobbin and to his right eye,
Pray God send our master a good Christmas pie,
And a good Christmas pie that may we all see;
With our wassailing bowl, we'll drink to thee.
So here is to Broad May and to her broad horn,
May God send our master a good crop of corn,
And a good crop of corn that may we all see;
With our wassailing bowl, we'll drink to thee.
And here is to Fillpail and to her left ear,
Pray God send our master a happy New Year,
And a happy New Year as e'er he did see;
With our wassailing bowl, we'll drink to thee.
And here is to Colly and to her long tail,
Pray God send our master, he never may fail,
A bowl of strong beer! I pray you draw near,
And our jolly wassail it's then you shall hear.
Come, butler, come fill us a bowl of the best;
Then we hope that your soul in heaven may rest;
But if you do draw us a bowl of the small,
Then down shall go butler, bowl and all.
Then here's to the maid in the lily white smock,
Who tripped to the door and slipped back the lock!
Who tripped to the door and pulled back the pin,
For to let these jolly wassailers in!
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The Christmas tree, the fairest tree, On earth no rival knowing;
However small the garden be, All radiant blooms the wondrous tree,
With every flower glowing, With every flower glowing.
The Christmas tree, the fairest tree, On earth no rival knowing.
List while I tell: One glorious night, The Lord to earth was given---
The Saviour who, with holy light, Led lost and sinful man aright
And brought him back to heaven, And brought him back to heaven.
List while I tell: One glorious night, The Lord to earth was given.
His gracious rays illume the earth, The night of fear dispelling,
Your Christmas gifts, your joyous mirth Today the Christ-child sends to earth.
Come make your heart His dwelling. Come make your heart His dwelling.
His gracious rays illume the earth, The night of fear dispelling.
O let Him in! 'tis not a dream; Your heart shall be His garden,
Wherein shall grow a tree most fair, Protected by His tender care,
And yielding peace and pardon, And yielding peace and pardon.
O let Him in! 'tis not a dream; Your heart shall be His garden.
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Willie take your little drum'
Robin bring your flute and come.
We'll be joyous as you play,
Turelurelu, Patapatapan;
We'll be joyous as you play,
On a merry Christmas day.
When the men of olden days
Gave the King of Kings their praise,
They had pipes on which to play
Turelurelu, Patapatapan;
They had drums on which to play,
full of joy on Christmas day.
God and man this day become
Joined as one with flute and drum.
Let the happy tune play on,
Turelurelu, Patapatapan;
Flute and drum together play
As we sing on Christmas day.
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13. |
Sans Day Carol
03:05
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Now the holly has a berry as white as the milk
And Mary bore a baby and wrapped him in silk
And Mary bore our Jesus our Saviour for to be
Chorus
And the first thing in the greenwood it was the holly
Holly, holly and the first thing in the greenwood it was the holly
Now the holly has berry as black as the coal
And Mary bore our Jesus who died for us all
And Mary bore our Jesus our Saviour for to be
Chorus
Now the holly has a berry as green as the grass
And Mary bore our Jesus who died on the cross
And Mary bore our Jesus our Saviour for to be
Chorus
Now the holly has a berry all crimson and red
And Mary bore our Jesus who rose from the dead
And Mary bore our Jesus our Saviour now is he
Chorus
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14. |
Funny Kind of Night
02:31
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Funny kind of night, funny kind of day,
Tax collectors, child inspectors, all in disarray;
Funny kind of day, funny kind of night,
Royal kings and lesser things align with dark and light:
Chorus
TO GOD IN THE HIGHEST, BE GLORY WHICH
NEVER ENDS, AND ON EARTH BE PEACE AND
GOODWILL TO ALL GOD’S FRIENDS.
Funny kind of day, funny kind of night,
Babies cry, traditions die, and fear itself takes fright;
Country folk enquire what is right or wrong
While above, in tongues of love, the sense is veiled in song:
Chorus
Funny kind of night, funny kind of day,
First begotten, half forgotten treasure lies in hay;
Wise men on the move wonder what to bring,
While innkeepers and light sleepers hear poor shepherds sing:
Chorus
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