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On the twenty-fifth of December
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A little baby was born
Blond and pale
Son of Virgin Mary
Was born in a cowshed
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There, at the top of the mountain
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There are two little shepherds
Well bundled up, well bundled up
In a skin and a cloak
They’re eating eggs and sausage
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Overnight, the sun goes out
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They see the glowing angel
Who tells them:
Now was born, in a cowshed
The Infant God, son of Mary
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On the twenty-fifth of December
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Is Christmas day
Very important
When morning mass is over
We’ll eat very nice food
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May God give us some holy celebrations
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Be it cold, be it hot
It’ll be best, it’ll be best
Let’s make Jesus a great celebration
So he’ll want to give us Glory
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