| The winter season of the year
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| When to this world our Lord was born
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| The ox and donkey, so they say
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| Did keep his holy presence warm
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| How many oxen and donkeys now
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| If they were there when first he came
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| How many oxen and donkeys you know
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| At such a time would do the same?
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| And on that night it has been told
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| These humble beasts so rough and rude
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| Throughout the noght of holy birth
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| Drank no water, ate no food
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| How many oxen and donkeys now
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| If they were there when first he came
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| How many oxen and donkeys you know
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| At such a time would do the same?
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| As soon as to these humble beasts
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| Appeared our Lord, so mild and sweet
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| With joy they knelt before his Grace
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| And gently kissed His tiny feet
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| How many oxen and donkeys now
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| Dressed in ermine, silk and such
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| How many oxen and donkeys you know
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| At such a time would do as much? |