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Green Grow'th the Holly
Green grow'th the holly
So doth the ivy;
Though winter blasts blow ne'er so high,
Green grow'th the holly.
Green grow'th the holly,
So doth the ivy;
The God of life can never die,
Hope! saith the holly.
English, 16th century
Christ is Born
Angels clap hands; let men borbear to mourn;
Their saving health is come; for Christ is born.
Hark, what a heavenly choir of angels sing
Sweet carols at the birth of this new king.
English, 16th century
Carol
I saw a sweet, a seemly sight,
A blissful bird, a blossom bright,
That morning made and mirth among:
A maiden mother meek and mild
In cradle keep a simple child
That softly slept; she sat and sang:
"Lullay, lulla, balow,
My babe, sleep softly now."
English, 15th century
He comes -- the brave old Christmas!
His sturdy steps I hear;
We will give him a hearty welcome,
For he comes but once a year!
English 19th century
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