| Come down to the major
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| See the little stranger
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| Wrapped in swelling clothes
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| The prince of peas
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| We’ll start turning
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| Torches start burning
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| And an old wise that
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| Journeyed from the east
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| How a little baby boy
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| Bring the people so much joy
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| Son of a carpenter
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| Mary carried the light
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| This must be Christmas
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| Must be the night
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| The shepherd on the hill side
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| Walked over my flock out by
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| On then cold when the night
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| Band of angels sing
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| In the dream I heard a voice
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| Said fear not and rejoice
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| It’s the end of the beginning
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| Praise the newborn king
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| How a little baby boy
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| Bring the people so much joy
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| Son of a carpenter
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| Mary carried the light
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| This must be Christmas
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| Must be the night
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| I saw it with my own eyes
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| It’s written up in the skies
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| Why a simple herdsman such as I?
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| And then it came the palace
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| And he was born at last
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| Right below the star, that shines on high
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| How a little baby boy
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| Bring the people so much joy
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| Son of a carpenter
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| Mary carried the light
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| This must be Christmas
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| Must be the night
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| This must be Christmas
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| Must be the night
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| Must be the night
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| Be the night
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| Be the night
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| Be the night |