| Haven’t you heard a child is born that all want to see?
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| Son of a pure and modest virgin, Mary’s her name
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| They say, her baby is the savior prophets proclaim
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| I would be pleased to go with you so likely I’ll go
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| But can we take our time to see him? |
| Shop on the road?
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| Have you some cake to take the infant? |
| Sugar-plums, too?
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| I’m sure that Mary’s house is lovely, tidy and new
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| I am afraid that you’re mistaken, wrong as can be
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| This blessed maiden has no splendid rich place to stay
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| For she lies within a wretched stable, dirty and poor
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| There is no table for your presents, only the floor
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| Surely she has a warm soft cradle there for the child
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| One has to rock and calm an infant so weak and so mild
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| What sort of guards and servants has she to give her aid?
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| Cannot the heavenly father’s power help the poor maid?
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| All they could think to find for a cradle, a manger bed
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| Bundle of dusty, dry straw to pillow his head
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| Joseph, her husband, he cares for Mary best as he can
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| In place of servant, ox and donkey are looking on
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| Traveling tires me and this journey seems a long way
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| Only to see a new-born baby lying on hay
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| Maybe you shepherds find excitement in this affair
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| But I am used to things much better in which to share
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| You must not talk that way, my neighbor, mark what I say
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| Upon my honor, this is our savior born on this day
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| It is his choice to come so humbly there in a stall
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| Granting his power and grace so gently to one and all
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| O blessed mother, free us all from arrogant pride
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| May we, when life on earth is ended, hasten to your side
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| Daring to hope you will present us to your dear son
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| And that we’ll gain the bliss and joy of paradise won
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| Haven’t you heard a child is born that all want to see?
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| Son of a pure and modest virgin, Mary’s her name |