Ancient English Christmas Carols MCCCC to MDCCChatto & Windus, 1914 - 317 sidor |
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Alleluia angel Gabriel Babe beforn Bethlehem blessed bliss blood boar's head bright bring by-by cheer Cherry-Tree Carol Child Christmas Carols Christmas day dear mother dearest dear Deo Patri sit doth earth fair fair city Father Fifteenth Century Fili Fleur-de-lys flower Gloria in excelsis Gloria Tibi Godës gold Hail heart heaven Henry VII Herod hey go holly Holy Ghost jolly shepherd Joseph King of Jerusalem kingës kneeled La-lay-la lady Lapidaverunt Stephanum letare Lord maid maiden manger mankind Mater merry mirth mother Marie myrrh never sinned thereto night nowell Patri sit gloria pray Puer natus Quid petis Regina celi rose Saint Saint Stephen sake Salvator Salvator mundi sang sing lullay sleep song sprang star sweet Jesus Text thee Thou art three kings tidings tree Trinity true love Tyrle tyrlow unto Verbum caro factum wassail weep Wynkyn de Worde ywis
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Sida 105 - God rest you, merry gentlemen, Let nothing you dismay, For Jesus Christ our Saviour Was born on Christmas Day.
Sida 227 - So now is come our joyful'st feast ; Let every man be jolly ; Each room with ivy leaves is drest, And every post with holly. Though some churls at our mirth repine, Round your foreheads garlands twine, Drown sorrow in a cup of wine, And let us all be merry. Now all our neighbours
Sida 270 - but newly born In fiery heats I fry, Yet none approach to warm their hearts Or feel my fire but I! "My faultless breast the furnace is; The fuel, wounding thorns; Love is the fire, and sighs the smoke; The ashes...
Sida 281 - Sweet baby, sleep ! what ails my dear, What ails my darling thus to cry ? Be still, my child, and lend thine ear, To hear me sing thy lullaby. My pretty lamb, forbear to weep ; Be still, my dear ; sweet baby, sleep. Thou blessed soul, what canst thou fear ? What thing to thee can mischief do ? Thy God is now thy Father dear, His holy Spouse, thy mother too. Sweet baby, then forbear to weep ; Be still, my babe ; sweet baby, sleep.
Sida 231 - We see Him come, and know Him ours, Who, with His sunshine and His showers, Turns all the patient ground to flowers.
Sida 215 - AWAKE, glad heart ! get up, and sing ! It is the birth-day of thy King ; Awake ! awake ! The sun doth shake Light from his locks, and all the way Breathing perfumes, doth spice the day. Awake ! awake ! hark, how th...
Sida 90 - This night shall be born Our heavenly king. ' He neither shall be born In housen nor in hall, Nor in the place of Paradise, But in an ox's stall. ' He neither shall be clothed In purple nor in pall, But all in fair linen, As were babies all. ' He neither shall be rocked In silver nor in gold, But in a wooden cradle That rocks on the mould. ' He neither shall be christened In white wine nor red, But with fair spring water, With which we were christened.
Sida 272 - God, the eternal King, That did us all salvation bring, And freed the soul from danger ; He whom the whole world could not take, The Word which heaven and earth did make, Was now laid in a manger.
Sida 145 - Go down, go down to yonder town, And sit in the gallery, And there you'll see sweet Jesus Christ, Nailed to a big yew tree.
Sida 268 - The holly bears a prickle, As sharp as any thorn, And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ On Christmas day in the morn...