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What Child Is This?
1. What child is this, Who laid
to rest,
on Mary's lap is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with
anthems sweet,
while shepherds watch are
keeping?
This, this is Christ the
King,
whom shepherds guard and
angels sing;
Haste, haste to bring Him
laud,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.
2, Why lies He in such mean
estate
where ox and ass are feeding?
Good Christian, fear: for
sinners here
the silent Word is pleading.
Nails, spear shall pierce Him
through,
the cross be borne for me,
for you.
Hail, hail the Word made
flesh,
the Babe, the Son of Mary.
3. So bring Him incense, gold, &
myrrh,
come, peasant, king, to own
Him;
The King of kings salvation
brings,
let loving hearts enthrone
Him.
Raise, raise a song on high,
the virgin sings her lullaby.
Joy, joy for Christ is born,
the Babe, the Son of Mary. |
Greensleeves
1, Alas, my love, thou dost me
wrong
to cast me out
discourteously,
For I have loved thee oh, so
long,
Delighting in your company.
Chorus:
Greensleeves was all my joy,
Greensleeves was my delight;
Greensleeves was my heart of
gold,
And who but my ladie Greensleeves?
2. I have been readie at your
hand,
to grant what ever you would
crave
I have both waged life and
land,
your love and good will for
to have.
Chorus:
3. Thou couldst desire no earthly
thing,
But still thou hadst it
readily,
Thy musicke still to play and
sing,
And yet thou wuldst not love
me.
Chorus:
4. Greensleeves now farewell,
adieu,
God I pray to prosper thee,
For I am still thy lover
true,
Come once again and love me.
Chorus: |