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bethlehem down
03:12
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when he is king we will give him the king's gifts
myrrh for its sweetness and gold for a crown
"beautiful robes" said the young girl to joseph
fair with her first-born on bethlehem down
bethlehem down is full of the starlight
winds for the spices and stars for the gold
mary for sleep and for lullaby music
songs of a shepherd by bethlehem fold
when he is king they will clothe him in grave-sheets
myrrh for embalming and wood for a crown
he that lies now in the tired arms of mary
sleeping so lightly on bethlehem down
here he has peace and a short while for dreaming
close-huddled oxen to keep him from cold
mary for love and for lullaby music
songs of a shepherd by bethlehem fold
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2. |
ríu ríu chíu
01:23
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remember, o thou man
02:32
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remember, o thou man,
o thou man, o thou man,
remember, o thou man,
thy time is spent.
remember, o thou man,
how thou came to me then,
and i did what i can.
therefore repent.
remember adam's fall,
o thou man, o thou man,
remember adam's fall
from heaven to hell.
remember adam's fall,
how we were condemned all
to hell perpetual,
there for to dwell.
in a manger laid he was,
o thou man, o thou man,
in a manger laid he was
at this time present.
in a manger laid he was.
between an ox and an ass,
and all for our trespass,
therefore repent.
give thanks to god always,
o thou man, o thou man,
give thanks to god always
with hearts most jolly.
give thanks to god always
upon this blessed day.
let all men sing and say,
holy, holy.
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down in yon forest
02:14
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down in yon forest there stands a hall
the bells of paradise, i heard them ring
it's covered all over with purple and pall
and i love my lord jesus above anything.
and in that hall there stands a bed
the bells of paradise, i heard them ring
it's covered all over with scarlet so red
and i love my lord jesus above anything
and by that bed-side there flows a flood
the bells of paradise, i heard them ring
the one half runs water, the other runs blood
and i love my lord jesus above anything
and at that bed's head there grows a thorn
the bells of paradise, i heard them ring
which ever blows blossom since he was born
and i love my lord jesus above anything
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Klonpaeg Sheffield, UK
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